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 

The Plan: Clan and Hide. (show the way...) 

Motes protect honed purity 

Storm the heartened masquerade 

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We all follow around the bend. (go astray...) 

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 9 to 5 

Examples are cheap and talk is proof 

Do as I say, not as I do..... 

Na na na na....