Melting masks and under dressed,
to the hall for the ball and watch as we fall.

Melting into each other, painting a picture of a picture that looks like a photograph of our life, hang it on the wall and buy some time.

Dorian gray; aren't we all?

Man's vanity will be the end, a highclass ***** house, selling our skin for cash, petty cash in our bank accounts as we ***** out for the final curtain call.

I'd rather paint myself a mockery and fall in line with the hanging tree,hang til dead like individuality.

Dress to impress like we all care, but we only care about the first impression that is so quick to flee, flirt and flee with the otherside.
Tragedy by design, beauty by-product.

I take my meds and walk the show trying my best to play the part that somebody else cast me for,
signed my name on a dotted line and I fall in place like the rest.