The Score

Copied moves, filler actions
Those convictions are bought — so unnatural
Just jump off it. Pressure to keep up as the facade slips
Moving with the grain, it’s leaving you out
Years served chasing a worth spends it out
Piecing an image to match, you’d watch as it’s forfeit
Cause no image is honest, trace back to the roots
Who’s left to impress? Those faces, they not real
You know its flawed when you want more
So play it by the rules. Draw and make your move
Parts of the path twist with empty intent
Content to follow the spin… The game does not give
Moving with the grain, but finding you’re out
Here’s a plan — Chase purpose through your hands
I’m keeping the score now