Psuedoacumen

Pull the skin back from your face.
I wanna hear the lies you tell.
Inexperienced lips
depart show
honesty in the debt of silence.
*scream* I wanna hear you cry!
No failure to dispell
what lays beneath your sheltered mind.
And you'll be famous...
everyday.
One mouse click away-
and you're in the hands of God.
*scream* I wanna hear you cry!
I wanna hear you say the names that made you great.
But you don't know them-
marked behind the screen of everything.
You're bowing down
to the shadows
in the windows
of your life.
And you'll be famous...
everyday.
It's just one little click
away.
Ev-er
y-one
knows just
who you are;
ev-er
y-one
knows just
how you do.
*scream* I wanna see you cry!
I want you
to pull the skin back
from your face.
Honestly,
honesty
is a failing
species.