Skin

My little world, my little world, where are you?

Your fucked up dream, your fucked up dream, destroyed it!

Lies after lies, nights after nights

I wonder how often I sleep

Wrapped in so tight, memories destroyed

Turned inside, a man shaped void

My simple life, my loving child, how are you?

That fucked up noise, that fucked up choice, destroyed you!

Fast and blind, night after night

Face after face, I stare tight

Twisted Inside, six miles high, I burden you

Dead Inside, I rehearse to murder you

Now, as my pulse goes still

And my heart goes quiet

I forget this hell

But at the end of it all

I survived you

Conformity

Your comfort inside boxes

Bait waiting for foxes

Although you think to try to read it

But phonies never bleed it

You know you buy whatever made in Beijing

But you still believe ‘customer is the king’

They say free and single u out

So right, so wrong you never get it

Looked down, shunned away for a socialite

Meal gone for taxes, blame it on a naxalite

Judiciary is there for feudal fix

Empowered in 1950 JAN twenty six

Never mind try to please whites in night shifts

Just forget that “anger is a gift”

Dress up in uniforms, conform to norms

You respect your welfare state

Enough for restless to frustrate

But I get it, it all makes sense

We all are perfect people

We have government for the people, by the people