So fucking easy to believe it Too hard to comprehend How you sleaze with perfect ease To the constant changing tides of trend Breathing carbon copy From the pages of a glossy magazine Prototype to prototype, addicted to the norm In a crazy world of mad machines
It's not easy staring at a T.V. To prove to me that money's got no soul Hoping for a blind spot, gotta fill a time slot Collecting cash wrapped in a bullshit role Have to laugh when I'm watching Those perfect families shining on the screen Prototype to prototype, distorted in its form In this unreal world of dreams
Inside, outside, inside out Who knows where they're going If they don't know what they're doing If they don't know what they're about Inside, outside, inside out Is someone gonna sell me what I'm about ?
Never claimed to be the one and only An original non emulated style Prototype to prototype, can't differ anyway When there's passion and fame all the while Never easy to be original The evil of an influence can often sway the mind Of what you feel, and what you see In this world of identity
Inside, outside, inside out Who knows where they're going If they don't know what they're doing If they don't know what they're about Inside, outside, inside out Is someone gonna sell me what I'm about ?
Inside, outside, inside out Who knows where they're going If they don't know what they're doing If they don't know what they're about
Stylistic addiction, so set in its way Prototype people won't differ, can't change Taught how to lie, act and to breathe, that's not me
A breathing carbon copy From the pages of a glossy magazine Prototype to prototype, distorted in its form In this unreal world of dreams
Inside, outside, inside out Outside, inside, inside out Inside, outside, inside out Does someone wanna sell me what I'm about ?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
