What if I was me, the worst that could happen
Is rejection, on a personal level, hard to fathom
Being fake is the best armor, a constant disconnection
Letting everything slide beneath someone's cruel detection
Tie it up, gag it, follow the pop culture cult
Letting loose is social suicide, the truth is in revolt-
Ing company, no one wants to hear it or see it or be brought along.
Acting like everyone is right is safe, just belong
Who needs to be owners, I live to be possessed.
Why fight being objectified, it's better than depressed.