Basement dwellers
Midnight cellars
Clinging to our ideals
Replaying the old film reels
Memorizing quotes
Writing down notes
Absorbing every action
Every layer of attraction
So that we can emulate
What we can't stimulate
Our actions are rehearsed
Our speech is well versed
We've made this a science  
And we have developed a reliance
On all these false identities
These self fueled entities
Projections of perfection
A layer of protection
We forget ourselves
Put them up on the shelves
We put on new skins
So we all look like twins
Internally different but all the same