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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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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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