People with their painted faces
Pale in comparison
To those with false embraces
Swallow bad medicine
For strength to your heart
Held together with untied laces
 
Oh where oh where did you find that brush
I noticed the handle happens to be long enough
To paint your insides and complete the bluff
 
Temple worn from indifferent paces
The human marathon
Rush to fill empty spaces
With emptier icons
That come from the part
That the icon ironically defaces
 
Oh how oh how did you empty your head
Descartes tried for years but just ended up dead
Makes me wonder if it’s even worth what I said
 
A chivalrous stride still loses races
Mind over matter
But money puts you in the highest places
I’m sensing a pattern
Every end needs a start
But if I break the mold others will make traces
 
Oh when oh when did I lose focus
Guess we never know when life will try to yoke us
Maybe it makes sense that our defense is hocus pocus