At some point there's no point
Always there's a choice about going
Through it
Strange ways at dressing the scene
Town between fighting and caring
Becoming to costumes we're wearing
Some ones worried about looking good
Caught up in what is misunderstood
All dressed up
In the emperors old clothes
Mirror on the wall
Who's fairest one of all
Seeking respect in threads
Some status heads
A dandelion wanting to be a rose
As old thought dark ages reemerge
Hidden behind the glow on neon light
Alien thoughts dressing civilized
The day burns while the night cries
For someone to remember
Someone to remember
Self worth thieves stealing through
The ages ultimate space race
Star war soup lines
Tribes in flight
Brother Sister gender combat
Mechanical motion
Spoiling for a fight
All dressed up
In the emperor's old clothes
Space race fantasy
Grooming dark thoughts
At some point there's no point
Always there's a choice about going
Through it