They're all the same, assimilatednAnd here am I born of a lost causenThe underdog, an alien in drag, dying nnSo whos to say there's any shame in nbeing alone when the dogs are outsidenIn packs of ten, their muzzles removed, bitingnnI tried to save my inner sanctumnWhile all around were still playing with firenThe fact remains nI've never been moved to sell myselfnnI don't want to be another face in a windownSeeing life through a screen, bathed in a warm glownnFade like so ...