Trapped inside this cranial ride, I watch from eyes determined to hide.
From your lips, your body, your sensual touch, I find the feelings are too much;
I shut myself in.
The sin of such a travesty is too much for me to take. So I sit inside my skull and fake, the only way that I know how; I dance around your moves, speak my lines, and bow. I put on a play and perform perfectly to distract from my abnormality.
These open eyes reveal lies of a cowardly man in disguise. Who locks himself in his head alone to practice every ****** and moan.