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letra de clayface - killing joke

all the days we all are strange. can’t change our ways, like moths to flames
all the ways to feel the pain, and drag our names through mud and rain
we’re all the same running a race. the winner isn’t in first place
it goes to those who chose to lace, the lies and hate with mud. clayface!

a constant battle for us to straddle, the line
between the oceans, of our compulsions, and mind
put your mask on. deal with it. hope you’ll be fine
but if you’re not, swim don’t seek and choose fight over flight
we all hold false face, to give out pleasantries
wide eyed with a smile to impress and please
all the while it’s a guile while we crack and bleed
on the inside from the lies that we’re forced to speak
what’s exactly wrong with showing how you truly feel?
what if we wanted to rise up and reach for something real?
i have a feeling this outlook is just a mute appeal
all asleep, awake and weep. arrange your face and storm the field
this is what life is. a mixtape of lies
like matt hagen, play the part until you reach demise
but i say not today. now open up your eyes
use the clay in playful ways. embrace the face and demonize
don’t know what to say. don’t know what to do. why am i this way? beaten black and blue? fighting for a change. searching for a truth. the only way to cope is to hide my face from you. clayface!!
moving forward fabricated just so we can be
accepted and validated in our society
make sure to cut a mouth in your face so that you can breathe
but not too wide. swallow your pride and shoosh. it’s not your turn to speak
no not today no more. it’s time they understand
it’s time we take the world as hostage and give our demands
we refuse to back down and endure all your reprimands
all the tools that we will use were yours. now under our command!
you think we really care to talk about our day again?
you think because our children play together we are friends?
we’re cycling through old clichés for other yarns to spin
i’d be remiss to tell you this. so mold a smile, and now hence
you might see a bright grin with a cordial mood
share a conversation. seeming normal att-tude
but the agenda in the clay is hidden far from you
trained our lives to stay polite, but deep inside you have no clue
don’t know what to say. don’t know what to do. why am i this way? beaten black and blue? fighting for a change. searching for a truth. the only way to cope is to hide my face from you. clayface!!

eyes pried. open wide. under dirt and muck
mask free is the dream, but right now we’re stuck
even though we all know that these times are tough
father time committed crimes by tangoing with lady luck
impatient for a change. we build our face with rage
no more waiting for our turn to climb on center stage
our voices boom with range, and when the cleaning rains
drape our face in blood then you will understand we can’t be tamed
no more emotions just to satisfy the status quo
no more doing what you say because you told us so
hence forth we’re divorced. now on your way you go
hope that you can swim because this current causes undertow
we are a generation raised to be put into place
broke the rules, took a gamble, and we split the ace
none of us real, but believe we’re building better days
for our kids we’ll take the sin. anonymous. just clayface
don’t know what to say. don’t know what to do. why am i this way? beaten black and blue? fighting for a change. searching for a truth. the only way to cope is to hide my face from you. clayface!!

now i‘ve been wearing these masks willingly and they start to choke me
eyes behind the clay are unforgiving, dry, and sultry
decided to change, cleared my mind, repaired my brains
drop the flovent caught my breath evolved into this lion mange

- killing joke

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