Lily Lily.

I'm not sure, but i sure know for certain-
they'll all fake a smile when we draw the curtain.
I'll just smile and wave,
like I'm made up of plastic.
And they'll all cheer and clap
like I'm fucking fantastic.
Arrogance flowing- out through their noses,
Poisons all painted- arranged with the roses.
And all of their colors, drip down to the middle,
it's funny how evil presents it'self so little.
there egos are flying and hormones are raging,
watch out for misfire while the gun's disengaging.
Everyone's seeing red so they run to the prozac,
But it won't help much since they're already on that.
systems shut down, and we face our reflection
people can't even tell they're in the wrong direction
don't give out your thoughts for people will steal them,
but i wonder if it counts if they can also feel them.
strangers are pissed- knocking down my front door.
i'm not going to answer, i can't even hear it- anymore.
i'll just keep on callin,
and stalling,
and stalling...
i guess i'm just not sure.