I see the false
I see the faking
"Your hair's not long enough, mate
So you'll never make it"
I saw you peeking through the picket fences
We were standing with our backs to you
Your beady eyes were making visual offences
Should we wear that too?
We're the dust in your eyes
And we will cut and blind
We will keep you guessing
I see the false
Your shell is breaking
"You're not 'prog' enough mate
You should stop while you're ahead"
Stop creeping through my mind, you
Try to pull my strings, so to leave us behind
Grinding my teeth just to give you a smile
Can you hear them too?
We're the dust in your eyes
And we will cut and blind
We will keep you guessing