Xenophobe in Hiding - RIPÉ

Burn labelled prince, born of denial

Suffer petty sins, wrought on survival

You make it pretty and make it small

You make it living and make it wrong

Make it, a hiding place a place made of stone

Make it, a beautiful song unsung

Why am I a person gone wrong?

Why am I, a song unsung?

Satan and God, running around

Funny how people listen to the «sound»

Funny stupid liars gone on a high

Why — why, do you make my life pain?

Make it, a hiding place a place made of stone

Make it, a beautiful song unsung

Why am I a person gone wrong?

Why am I, a song unsung?

So wrong on a tombstone

And wrong it on a lie

Feel a fake a gone wrong

Laugh an awful cry!