You hate what you become...
because you become what you hate.
You got a trumpet for a lung...
and gold pianos for teeth.
You thought you were the one...
til they nailed you to a stick.
When they handed you a crown...
you feigned surprise...that it fit.
It's all about face...it's all about faith...
(It's all about face)


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