So fucking easy to believe it nToo hard to comprehend nHow you sleaze with perfect ease nTo the constant changing tides of trend nBreathing carbon copy nFrom the pages of a glossy magazine nPrototype to prototype, addicted to the norm nIn a crazy world of mad machines nnIt’s not easy staring at a T.V. nTo prove to me that money’s got no soul nHoping for a blind spot, gotta fill a time slot nCollecting cash wrapped in a bullshit role nHave to laugh when I’m watching nThose perfect families shining on the screen nPrototype to prototype, distorted in its form nIn this unreal world of dreams nnInside, outside, inside out nWho knows where they’re going nIf they don’t know what they’re doing nIf they don’t know what they’re about nInside, outside, inside out nIs someone gonna sell me what I’m about ? nnNever claimed to be the one and only nAn original non emulated style nPrototype to prototype, can’t differ anyway nWhen there’s passion and fame all the while nNever easy to be original nThe evil of an influence can often sway the mind nOf what you feel, and what you see nIn this world of identity nnInside, outside, inside out nWho knows where they’re going nIf they don’t know what they’re doing nIf they don’t know what they’re about nInside, outside, inside out nIs someone gonna sell me what I’m about ? nnInside, outside, inside out nWho knows where they’re going nIf they don’t know what they’re doing nIf they don’t know what they’re about nnStylistic addiction, so set in its way nPrototype people won’t differ, can’t change nTaught how to lie, act and to breathe, that’s not me nnA breathing carbon copy nFrom the pages of a glossy magazine nPrototype to prototype, distorted in its form nIn this unreal world of dreams nnInside, outside, inside out nOutside, inside, inside out nInside, outside, inside out nDoes someone wanna sell me what I’m about ?nn