Chameleon

from Mea Culpa by Dead End Drive-In

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lyrics

Well I sit here in the skin I'm in,
accustomed to assorted pokes and prods
And I feel like a chameleon,
deceptive and accommodating fraud

I don't think we really get to choose
Subconsciously let my true colours fade
Why provoke with my most vibrant hues,
when I'll flourish in assimilated greys?

Well this flesh and blood are the walls of a cell
Need a rock to crack into the innards of a shell
There's a spirit, I can hear it at the bottom of a well
screaming for me

Well that ghost was human 'til it floundered and sank
It was so bloated from all of the Kool-Aid that it drank,
Thought the canvass was flawless when it was left blank
and so boring

Ain't it so forlornly?

You can bend until you break in half,
conditioned to contort at social cues
Fending off all potential riff-raff
as I wiggle my way into the grooves

Well who knows what's dragging it from the deep?
Am I speak from the heart or talking in my sleep?
Want to crawl back in the womb, pull my head under the sheets
and just leave me

Well you can lie through your teeth 'til your face turns blue
You can beg for approval and ask for it too
Now I'm binding my feet to slide on the glass shoe
so appeasing

Hell I'm changing with the seasons

And if I get pricked, I'm going to bleed
and that pressure keeps me on my knees
It puts the weight on my shoulders and it's taking its toll
It's what drags the price tag gun across my soul

But it's not my call
It's not my fault
Or is it call my call?
and all my fault?

Well this fortress ain't strong, soon enough it's going to crumble
and when it does, I'll be standing naked in the rubble
Left stranded, I'm stammer and stumble and struggle
to exhale these final words, "boy, I'm sure in trouble"

But to be exposed and flapping naked in the wind
and to feel the world's embrace shining down on my skin,
will grant this twisted soul the realization,
that to falsify myself would be the deadliest sin

CHAMELEON!

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from Mea Culpa, released September 14, 2018

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Punk band from Vancouver, BC. You know. That one with the 3 guitar players. Gotta shred with existential dread.
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