could play the son,
an easy lie for everyone,
but pretty is as pretty does,
it's only fashion.
Yeah, I could play the son,
an easy lie for everyone,
but pretty is as pretty does,
it's only fashion now.
and who am I to say,
I understand but hide away,
knowing who and what I am,
I protest; I'm not a man.
flesh and bone will lie to you,
much as you might claim it's true,
I decide on my id,
I'm not you, I am me.
round and round we all fall down,
raise a flag or raise a sound,
going deeper underground,
culture shock, hear me now.
Said I could play the son,
and raise a glass with everyone,
an easy lie you'd never see,
drop the act and I'll be free.
cautiously it's walled away,
hidden from the light of day,
a game that you're too scared to play,
we've got to find a better way.
maybe it's just all too human,
wrapped up in my illusion,
who am I supposed to be?
this mask I wear just isn't me.
skin too tight to even breathe,
cut the noose to get relief,
tear away at this construct,
experiments we can conduct.
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