Stripped 歌词

Painting mirrors with my eyes To show filtered thoughts in mind The wicked face of your idol In fear of what will not reconcile... Building egos on my lies Something else grows with fruitless tries My vagabond face of yourself Believe in me since I seem like myself... With all the thinking of what should be Infamously encouraging futility Would you like to see the insides of your martyr? (Even) when there is absolutely nothing to see underneath? Getting attention to think I would care A bleeding heart empty with air A word out mask of a dead expression The broken mold of the same depression... Do I seem more honest? (Even) when the flesh is stripped? All that's left are skeletons underneath the skin of everyone