a distorted reflection of me
caught in your hall of mirrors
watch out I’m gonna count to 3
and then you can witness me
turning into a pile of shards
and escaping the cage that you made for me
YOU ARE MISLED by
photocopied images spread across
the pages of every magazine
if all the world’s a stage
then I’ll stick to my part
it may evolve over time
but remain the same at heart
and when the final curtain falls
I hope I’ll receive applause
cause it’s not always easy
to stick to one’s own laws
if all the world’s a stage
then I’ll stick to my part
it may evolve over time
but remain the same at heart
you are misled by
photocopied images spread across
the pages of every magazine
you are misled by
two-dimensional characters
spit out by every tv screen
WE ARE MISLED