What the fuck are you what the fuck are you looking at
What the fuck have you become through the course of a
Conversation ignorance rears it's head and i turn away
Playing dead ignore what was said lay down all my
Pride bury my conscious behind a smile playing dead
Never again will i compromise this tongue has bled one
Two many times so i'll stare in the face of
Confrontation and i'll spit in the eye that see in
Black and white i will not pacify myself i will not
Play dead what the fuck are you looking at