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