I know you're watching us...
I know you're judging us...
we're dressed one and the same
I know we're one in the same.
This deep down feeling
that maybe I'm not who I think I am
only occurs to me in the morning
when I'm mourning.
Everyday I think to myself
I lost something special that day
I lost something more than my pride
I sold myself for money.
This is exactly what Society wants
to break us down like a cardboard box
and paint us all alike.

I want you to know that I'm watching you
I want you to know that I'm judging you
we may be dressed one and the same
but we're not, but we're not.
You gave up on yourselves
and took comfert in pulling strings
it's easy, much like the pyramid scheme
that you put so much stock in.
You may pull the strings to make me pull to
but I'll resist because I'm on to you
we will never be the same, you and I.
I Sold my self for money
but the money bought self-awareness.
it's a full circle, and it couldn't be anymore vicious.

I'm watching you who is watching me
I'm judging you who is judging me
we may be dressed the same
but I will never become you
I never want to be like you.
I'll never be like you
I'll never be you.