You’re living lies
With the mask and the full disguise
In defiance of the facts right before your eyes
You try to play wise, but never been better than clever and the vicious cycle continues to spin forever
The cheddar‘s got your feathers flying towards whoever’s buying you
Dying to get yourself a wealthy man inside of you; ‘cuz when you do
You truly think that he’ll commit to you
But, he’ll stick you and evict you quicker than Chlamydia infected you
That time you thought you were protected; you
Found out the rough way, but that shit barely affected you a minute
Before you let another run up in it
And, when it didn’t end the way intended, you pretended that you couldn’t comprehend it
With open eyes, you’re fast asleep
The space you keep between yourself and truth has grown too deep
You heap on so much make-up, weeping Erie Lake up wouldn’t break up the mask that you take up every morning that you wake up
Living like a fake up in a game you can’t control
The more you front, the more that life will levy heavy tolls
But, you already know ‘cuz you confessed
That every empty quest has left you just as hollow as the next
You’ve fallen furthest from reality; you’re chasing papers
Pecking, scraping, searching for octane and catching vapors
Favors keep accumulating, but you’re getting nowhere
And, you’ve been bent in more positions than an adjustable chair
But, you don’t care because you’ve found you’re calling
It’s appalling how the cash has got you on your knees and crawling
You’re falling often, but you’re never trying to rise
Above the fantasy you’ve fashioned or the fraud that underlies
You’re living lies
With the mask and the full disguise
In defiance of the facts right before your eyes
You try to play wise, but never been better than clever and the vicious cycle continues to spin forever
You’re living lies
And, you act on the ill-advised
Hoping that you can extract life from that which dies
You try to play wise, but never been better than clever and the vicious cycle continues to spin forever
Wear and tear has left you barely there inside; you’re missing
The composition
To end your role as victim; plus, in keeping with the fool’s tradition
You think that your admission into a coalition with him will come under condition
Of your submission to his definition of a woman
Assuming
That his solicitation of prostitution will end with you and he won’t put you in a situation where a brand new younger number two comes and replaces you and
You knew the men you met when in your profession
Dealt in the possession
Of temporary objects of affection
Any directions their erections would press ‘em, you’d catch ‘em
Investing cash; requesting genital connections
With no emotion, no forward motion, and no devotion
Frozen, like the Arctic Ocean
But, still you’re boasting ’bout the gifts that you’ve been given
The lies that you’ve been living
Never been willing to see what’s driven your decisions; you’ve been tripping
Not too good at gripping fact from fiction
On a money mission like you got a hidden crack addiction
And, your condition’s just as critical
Another case of psychological desire for the physical made miserable
But, it’s more pitiful; you’re sober
And, if anything, you play drunk, hoping that he’ll play the chauffeur
You want to go for a ride? Well, you’ve been taken; accelerating your fate instead of breaking
You’re living lies
With the mask and the full disguise
In defiance of the facts right before your eyes
You try to play wise, but never been better than clever and the vicious cycle continues to spin forever
You’re living lies
And, you act on the ill-advised
Hoping that you can extract life from that which dies
You try to play wise, but never been better than clever and the vicious cycle continues to spin forever
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© 2003, 2007
by Rayn Kleipe
