what the fuck are you what the fuck are you looking at

what the fuck have you become through the course of a

conversation ignorance rears it's head and i turn away

playing dead ignore what was said lay down all my

pride bury my conscious behind a smile playing dead

never again will i compromise this tongue has bled one

two many times so i'll stare in the face of

confrontation and i'll spit in the eye that see in

black and white i will not pacify myself i will not

play dead what the fuck are you looking at