Feigned Jaime Kremerer Yeah, yeah, the contact’s been severed
And your head’s so far estranged
From the spot on the neck
No, you’ll never be the same
And the twisted spine that lingers
Deep inside your ravaged frame
Holds the key to your encryptions
And the thoughts so dulled with profane

No, no, can’t speak now
As your lips sew themselves
No, no, can’t retreat now
As your feet are glued to the ground

And the thoughts of imperfection
Gave way to self-confidence
But the linear equation
Says you’re still a walking wreck
And deep inside the broken ribs
Lies a broken heart, blood ran cold
So long ago, yet still behold
It pumps with fear and indignation
Another mindset of another nation

You don’t belong here, amidst such tidal waves
Yet your corpse lies below, and so here your soul lays
And your eyes have moved on, no longer can we see
The reflections of a puzzle and attempted unity
Only hollow crevices, corrupt with rubberized personality
Another of the sensuous children of conformity

You creep away, mildly stained with memories
But they’ll never see this side of your dissection
Your scattered shape, your scattered fate
All brushed underneath a carpet of infection
The effects of plastic on rubber band
Allowing yourself to be stretched so thin
Your wrists begin to reflect your wrongs
Oh, how much your skin has rained
A scarlet red of perfection feigned

All the conformity that seeps from you
Letting your wrists bar reflections
Slashes of pink glowing against such light
Keeping sorrow from marring your face
Though just a painted complexion