What are these words I'm saying?
What's coming out of my mouth?
What is this game I'm playing?
Running east but falling south.
'Cause I can't keep track
Of every fact
That I have to rehearse
For nine whole acts
Which face to conceal
When can I be real
'Cause I've yet to find a
Show that wants the grand reveal.
CHORUS
A parade of faces
Fake homeostasis
Synthetic ethics
To mold myself a mask
And if you want entry
Slip on by the sentry
Camouflage the parts of you that seem to clash
Welcome to the cold war for the master class.
There's a masquerade
And a fine charade
And you'll be no one
If you can't play the game
So I try to be cool
But who can I fool
There's an army of
My peers with leers that dish out shame.
CHORUS
Get out of bed
And prepare your head
Put on your veil
For another day of fighting in this mental, paranoid hell.
CHORUS
credits
from The Monster,
released August 23, 2015
written, performed, and produced by Sam Gleason
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