In a world with credit wasted,
Where every task is a trick,
Casmir skin and recent clothing,
Holding disks that say first place,
Use your passport living with you,
That’s your body and your face,
Taking solitude for granted,
Even then it’s for the mass,
For a story or an image,
Or derived from the past,
And no matter what you say,
You can hide your density,
No one’s ever wondering,
Cuz’ it’s something they can’t see,
try it out, it’s free,
i can let, you be,
but you’ll never find it unchained,
And finally you will see,
Unfit for a place so backward,
I wanna help, but I can’t teach,
All I do is help the lying,
When I stand ready to preach,
Feel like burning off your skin,
But I’d burn it years ago,
And even if I did that,
You’d still fake with the flow,
Waiting for the right reaction,
To continue being trained,
Like the time you acted un-phased,
Playing football when it rained,
I wish that I could film you,
When you don’t seem truly free,
I feel that’s the only way,
Maybe finally you will see,
try it out, it’s free,
i can let, you be,
and you’ll never find it empty,
and finally you will see