There's a place we hide true selves
Shine them into golden awe
Clandestine, I, charade, shadow the midnight
Hide, muddle the meaning, Hide, muddle the meaning
Motes protect honed purity
Storm the heartened masquerade
We all follow around the bend
We fear ourselves, we lock up in rooms
We make not a sound beneath our shoes
Hi, yes, we're fine, we act enthused
Then dance with ourselves without any groove
We're all out of might, we no longer strive
We practice the art of nine to five
Examples are cheap and talk is proof
Do as I say, not as I do, na, na, na, na