what you wanna be?
and what you are
such a pretty face
but i see the scars
complacency, you hide so well
will things ever change
i can't tell

stirring up the pot
its sacred till its not
faces youve forgot
sacred till its not

what you gonna do?
when they all leave?
now your enemies
who decieve
don't you wanna see?
what you'll achieve?
is it fantasy?
or make believe?

stirring up the pot
its sacred until its not
throw away the cloth
its sacred until its not