They're all the same, $$#imilated
And here am I born of a lost cause
The underdog, an alien in drag, dying


So who's to say there's any shame in
being alone when the dogs are outside

In packs of ten, their muzzles removed, biting

I tried to save my inner sanctum


While all around were still playing with fire
The fact remains

I've never been moved to sell myself

I don't want to be another face in a window

Seeing life through a screen, bathed in a warm glow

Fade like so ...