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Sam Gleason
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Cold War For The Master Class
What are these words I'm saying?
What's coming out of my mouth?
What is this game I'm playing?
Running east but falling
South
'Cause I can't keep track
Of every fact
That I have to rehearse for nine whole acts
Which face to conceal?
When can I be real?
'Cause I've yet to find a show that wants the grand reveal
A parade of faces
Fake homeostasis
Synthetic ethics
To mold myself a mask
And if you want entry
Slip on by the sentry
Camoflauge the parts of you that seem to clash
Welcome to the cold war for the master class
There's a masquerade
And a fine charade
And you'll be no one if you can't play the game
So I try to be cool
But who can I fool?
There's an army of my peers with leers that dish out shame
A parade of faces
Fake homeo stasis
Sythetic ethics
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To mold myself a mask
And if you want entry
Slip on by the sentry
Camoflauge the parts of you that seem to clash
Welcome to the cold war for the master class
Get out of bed
Prepare your head
Put on your veil
For another day of fighting
In this mental, paranoid hell
A parade of faces
Fake homeostasis
Synthetic ethics
To mold myself a mask
And if you want entry
Slip on by the sentry
Camoflauge the parts of you that seem to clash
A parade of faces
Fake homeostasis
Synthetic ethics
To mold myself a mask
And if you want entry
Slip on by the sentry
Camoflauge the parts of you that seem to clash
Welcome to the cold war for the master class.
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