there's a place we hide true selves
shine them into golden awe
the plan: clan and hide. motes protect honed purity
storm the heartened masquerade
we all follow around the bend. we fear ourselves. we lock up in rooms
we make not a sound beneath our shoes
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
not as i do. na na na na.