Playing Dead
by Turmoil· from The Process Of
what the fuck are you what the fuck are you looking at what the fuck have
you become through the course of a conversation ignorance rears it's head
and i turn away playing dead ignore what was said lay down all my pride
bury my conscious behind a smile playing dead never again will i compromise
this tongue has bled one two many times so i'll stare in the face of
confrontation and i'll spit in the eye that see in black and white i will
not pacify myself i will not play dead what the fuck are you looking at