Second Skin

Try to act this way and that
Become some beaming bitch's pet
Though you're feeling like a rat
And it's plain that you're all that

You accuse yourself of selling out
To the souls searching familiar clout
Excuse yourself for slipping still
Though your cleats are clung to this landfill

You wear your mask, its second skin fits like a glove
You don disguise 'cause pleasing them's all you think of

All you can hope to be is a shadow of
The man once you could have become
You covet the catalyst and shun the sheep
Pocket the profits stolen from the meek

Punish yourself for feeling vain
Banish yourself from the contented place
Tomorrow wants you every fucking day
You may as well start digging your own grave

You wear your mask, its second skin fits like a glove
You've taken to task, daydreaming shut-ins and their stocks

I'm all over it, all over it
All it's fantastic fit, so snug and smug and swell

You wear your mask, its second skin fits like a glove
You wear your mask, you bow your head, keep on the road
You wear your mask, its second skin fits like a glove
You wear your mask, you bow your head, keep on the road