What do we look like stripped bare
Without masks, covers and shields and makeup
Exposed in all this outside light no hiding from it
show a brave face lovely bottom lip tremble
Pointing out the other's little defects
Here we are complete but naked infront
We seek that feeling we are in a dream
The cool breeze on sensitive flesh lets us know
It's all real, you can't buy another body
Fingers pointed guessing our scars' origins
Everything is summed up by size and color
We are alien to our own people as they judge
I have taken your clothes, your make up everything
skimpy nothings to protect yourself from the swarming membraine
The world all chunky with ridicule and cigarette embers
Some wear eyes of pity, others strange admiration
So what do you want from me?
I'm not an official, I cannot grant validation
I pretend a thousand exits split me appropriately
The soup I am is on the mouths of these...
Thousands of people possessed by raging laughter
A few teary eyed sighs, mouths open just wide enough
I the contagious -kick back TV sofa slither slobber
wearing hand me downs and kodac smiles for fam pics
It's all real as we come down with a temperature
No medicine near by these spectators just watch me sweat
While you cry your privacy violated but you flung it right at em
There is no real exit let alone a thousand
being observed doesn't allow us to disappear
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