Stereotype mania, mouths that provide judgement
Without understanding the cure and the cause
Spreading critical energy, without hesitating for a pause
People who lie to themselves each day
Unable to confront their skeletons
Projecting their emotions on others
Hoping their insecurities will fall away
Reputation is a personal review
for one never knows the reality behind material doors
Masks are plenty, eyes that long for power or drive
Humans unable to interact with their own souls
Yet they pose for others, pretending to be whole
Intensity is grand, connecting the supernatural cord, creating a stance
For individual raves come and go, the more you have, the more your known
The grander your facade, keener are those that surround
