There's a place we hide true selves Shine them into golden awe Clandestine, I. Charade, shadow the midnight Hide, muddle the meaning. Hide, muddle the meaning The Plan: Clan and Hide. (show the way...) Motes protect honed purity Storm the heartened masquerade [CHORUS] We all follow around the bend. (go astray...) We fear ourselves. We lock up in rooms We make not a sound beneath our shoes Hi, yes, we're fine...we act enthused Then dance with ourselves without any groove We're all out of might. We no longer strive We practice the art of 9 to 5 Examples are cheap and talk is proof Do as I say, not as I do..... Na na na na....