Identity Hotel Books
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Other than my narcissism the only reason I'm alone is because I am fatter than everyone around me
Or at least that's what I choose to believe
Painted my flesh to look like something different
I do not think I had authority, I just wished you'd listen to me
And you did
But then you changed what you saw in me, deciding to fit me into a box labeled "Everybody"
You tried to paint me out as a wolf in sheep skin
But deep down I was just the sheep in the lion's den
And through natural selection the grace of our [?] may be just by overwhelming familiarity to rejection
Someone silenced the mouths of those lions
This pit hole once found filled with bad stomach fling
Just aimless trying to getting by but fear holds no angle
No attachment to false idols or deities built below the clouds
I was silent but screaming so loud
Woke but not proud
A resonating sound
An unforgettable sound
A sound that will move this whole gen around
And darling, you know they say actions speak louder than words
If this is true, we will not rest until this whole world is dead
Hand in hand
Free me so I can free you
Release the hounds so I can release the balloons
A parade so grand no one can stand to ignore our sound
What seemed like doubt was just false and it's continued to future proms
When the past became fiction and screwed by poor diction
More about the skin and less about the sheep within
Or at least that's what I choose to believe
Painted my flesh to look like something different
I do not think I had authority, I just wished you'd listen to me
And you did
But then you changed what you saw in me, deciding to fit me into a box labeled "Everybody"
You tried to paint me out as a wolf in sheep skin
But deep down I was just the sheep in the lion's den
And through natural selection the grace of our [?] may be just by overwhelming familiarity to rejection
Someone silenced the mouths of those lions
This pit hole once found filled with bad stomach fling
Just aimless trying to getting by but fear holds no angle
No attachment to false idols or deities built below the clouds
I was silent but screaming so loud
Woke but not proud
A resonating sound
An unforgettable sound
A sound that will move this whole gen around
And darling, you know they say actions speak louder than words
If this is true, we will not rest until this whole world is dead
Hand in hand
Free me so I can free you
Release the hounds so I can release the balloons
A parade so grand no one can stand to ignore our sound
What seemed like doubt was just false and it's continued to future proms
When the past became fiction and screwed by poor diction
More about the skin and less about the sheep within
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