Viewed from A distance
There's something wrong.
It's confidence. . It's just not working.
Why is it so ouiet now?
And faced with A made up
Parade of dolls
It's obvious it's not worth fighting
The candle keeps on burning down.
I'm A man in someone else's skin.
Cautious manoewres.
Too much restraint.
The censor won't be hard to handle
But I am inescapable.
Stand by the mirror
Survey the view
Identify A strange reflection
And watch the image multiply.
I'm the man in someone else's skin
