All of you
You have burried deep inside you
Too keep your own genuine face from crowd
And you feel so snugly in your
Warm little burrow

Your disguise
Perfect little fake picture of you
Takes people in as far as you flow
Through their lives never touching them

Soul is melting within you
Veins are running out of warm blood

It's killing you
In the end you can hide no more
With your abscess that's creeping out of you
Givin' all of your shape away

Soul is melting within you
Veins are running out of warm blood

In his wilderness
Never touched by the man
Solitary dwarf trapped in toils of freezing fear
Of facing his reflection in the eyes of other people
Left all alone
With no chance to tear the leash
That he'd been creating all his life

All of you
You have burried deep inside you
Too keep your own genuine face from crowd
And you feel so snugly in your
Warm little burrow

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