Smiling through his teeth again he's a friend

His stories bend he holds the pen

Guiding my eyes while he burns it in

It never ends the truth is what he says it is

You're an actor glass armour reflecting the colours and shapes that surround you

Laughing backstage how could anyone believe this it's all a bit

You're talking to yourself too much never running far enough

You're unable to memorize every unspoken rule

And now your walls are getting tired you're running out of lines

You can't make that face all day you already know what they'll say

They'll say that you need a new face and a new car

And a model to take you outside and shoot you like a dog

Walk it off walk it off

Deep beneath the ocean of mirrors

Sinking through the layers of fear

And seeing through the dark