They draw your silhouette In a snapshot slice of life They spell your sobriquet
We tend to gravitate In wiry line roulettes Always in orbit It's all what you radiate
So prone on prejudice With a knack for pinning down Held to your premises Instant-bound To mesh and canvas, grid and ground
All gone too far Where did we go wrong? All that we are The sum of damage done
So prone on etiquette You gloss your silhouette Saving every oddity For therapy
Lost and bereft Where did we go wrong? All that is left The sum of damage done
[Silhouettes II]
We're all but silhouettes Sketch-like circles in the sand Then, like burn-marks from a cigarette Life steps in To fill in the blanks
And though the chalk outline is just a myth Enticing fiction at its best Attractive lies become reality And thriller portraits become man In the blanks of society In red ink on too much tan
Like dents in a passenger door Of something driven too fast, too hard So personality is really nothing more Than the random scattered holes In a punch card
Just flaws in the programming Simple brushstrokes askew Until those stains of uniqueness Become someone who's you
And so... The one you are The ones you're not The ones you once were And could become The ones you hate The ones you love Yes, everyone Is just the sum Of damage done
[Silhouettes III]
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[Silhouettes IV]
You flaunt your silhouettes Hiding your damages away When they are just the rare dents that may Convince me to stay
So prone on therapy We hope that it might go away But what sets you free Is letting it hurt And learning to say This is all me And that's OK
We try to heal That's where we go wrong It's our appeal It is who we are The sums of every scar