Inside Out

So fucking easy to believe it

Too hard to comprehend

How you sleaze with perfect ease

To the constant changing tides of trend

Breathing carbon copy

From the pages of a glossy magazine

Prototype to prototype, addicted to the norm

In a crazy world of mad machines

It’s not easy staring at a T.V.

To prove to me that money’s got no soul

Hoping for a blind spot, gotta fill a time slot

Collecting cash wrapped in a bullshit role

Have to laugh when I’m watching

Those perfect families shining on the screen

Prototype to prototype, distorted in its form

In this unreal world of dreams

Inside, outside, inside out

Who knows where they’re going

If they don’t know what they’re doing

If they don’t know what they’re about

Inside, outside, inside out

Is someone gonna sell me what I’m about ?

Never claimed to be the one and only

An original non emulated style

Prototype to prototype, can’t differ anyway

When there’s passion and fame all the while

Never easy to be original

The evil of an influence can often sway the mind

Of what you feel, and what you see

In this world of identity

Inside, outside, inside out

Who knows where they’re going

If they don’t know what they’re doing

If they don’t know what they’re about

Inside, outside, inside out

Is someone gonna sell me what I’m about ?

Inside, outside, inside out

Who knows where they’re going

If they don’t know what they’re doing

If they don’t know what they’re about

Stylistic addiction, so set in its way

Prototype people won’t differ, can’t change

Taught how to lie, act and to breathe, that’s not me

A breathing carbon copy

From the pages of a glossy magazine

Prototype to prototype, distorted in its form

In this unreal world of dreams

Inside, outside, inside out

Outside, inside, inside out

Inside, outside, inside out

Does someone wanna sell me what I’m about ?