Xenophobe in Hiding

Burn labelled prince, born of denial
Suffer petty sins, wrought on survival
You make it pretty and make it small
You make it living and make it wrong
Make it, a hiding place a place made of stone
Make it, a beautiful song unsung
Why am I a person gone wrong?
Why am I, a song unsung?
Satan and God, running around
Funny how people listen to the «sound»
Funny stupid liars gone on a high
Why — why, do you make my life pain?
Make it, a hiding place a place made of stone
Make it, a beautiful song unsung
Why am I a person gone wrong?
Why am I, a song unsung?
So wrong on a tombstone
And wrong it on a lie
Feel a fake a gone wrong
Laugh an awful cry!