identification wannabe

acting like a robot

manipulated by your idols



when I look at you my soul cries

'cause all I see is a copy of something not real

you do everything to fit into a label

sorry to say, but you are what the world calls a wannabe



manipulation completed

personality erased



in the search of your ID you're getting blind

fooled by the trends and not questioning what's behind

your brain's turned off and you're in confusion

sorry to say, but you're what the world calls a wannabe



no one knows you better than your creator

your true id, to him you're a pearl

give him your life, get true life in return

believe in his scars, through them you'll be whole