we wear our masks and play pretend
with all these grown up games lies
lives we lead like mindless thoughtless lost
there it goes going gone identity forsaken
for a suit and a briefcase and a toothy smile
we seperate into cliques of idiocy
ignorant of ourselves and our own will
ignored and continually more asinine and dead
no more self definition no more titles no labels
lose our names in the air so we know
who we are for a moment and no more
take not sanctuary in these silly disguises
drop them all put them away please oh god
no more bullshit I am getting sick
I vomit it all up and wake with more
every morning when I look at the clock
find my costume for the day for them
to see the part I play their games
strip away tear away self imposed illusions
delusions so grand and meaningless drowning
what remains of true self under nourished
and closer to death than an angel's breath
