Second Skin

Try to act this way and that
Become some beaming bitch’s pet
Though you’re feeling like a rat and it’s plain that you’re all that
You accuse yourself of selling out to the souls searching familiar clout
Excuse yourself for slipping still though your cleats are clung to this landfill
You wear your mask it’s second skin fits like a glove
You don disguise
'Cause pleasing them is all you think of
All you can hope to be is a shadow of the man once you could have become
You covet the catalyst and shun the sheep pocket the profits stolen from the
meek
Punish yourself for feeling vain
Banish yourself from the contented place
Tomorrow wants you every fucking day
You may as well start digging your own grave
You wear your mask it’s second skin fits like a glove
You’ve taken to task daydreaming shut-ins and their stocks
I’m all over it, all over it, all it’s fantastic fit so snug and smug and swell
You wear your mask it’s second skin fits like a glove
You wear your mask you bow your head keep on the road
You wear your mask it’s second skin fits like a glove
You wear your mask you bow your head keep on the road