Clannanhide

There's a place we hide true selves

Shine them into golden awe

Clandestine, I. Charade, shadow the midnight

Hide, muddle the meaning. Hide, muddle the meaning

The Plan: Clan and Hide. (show the way...)

Motes protect honed purity

Storm the heartened masquerade

We all follow around the bend. (go astray...)

We fear ourselves. We lock up in rooms

We make not a sound beneath our shoes

Hi, yes, we're fine...we act enthused

Then dance with ourselves without any groove

We're all out of might. We no longer strive

We practice the art of 9 to 5

Examples are cheap and talk is proof

Do as I say, not as I do.....

Na na na na....