Everything looks beautiful
There's nothing to regret
Beneath there lies an ugliness
That breeds a disconnect
Can you tell me what to make of it?
All sheltered from the truth
An instant for the antidote
Sought out with no excuse
Now line-up every misfit
To take 'em to the well
We can't hope for civility
While the others burn in hell
We're gambling in the meantime
No currencies in class
As this masquerade gets played out
So Intent on being crass