I stand on the bank, the bank of freedom
And behold...
I could hide who I am
Like masking the colours of a rainbow...
Seeing all the people
As they paint their images...
We live and we die,
Its the chosen path for us...
Death's campaign
In a burning desert of confused intent...
Maliciously waiting to become someone.
Accounting for yourself...
Whats wrong with
the world these days...
A death in the family
A divorice or maybe 2...
We are the prized possessions of magazines and TV
We are owned by the media and game show forms of...
How can you sit there and say every things...
Why are you so calm...
Everything happens for a reason...
I have been told...
Don't pretend you're looking at my name badge...
I know what you're really looking at...