Beyond The Means - What I've Become

Ebenfalls schon älter, aber ebenfalls zumindest ausreichend zum Demonstrieren meiner Gitarren-, Gesangs- und Songwriting-Künste...

We have talked all night long, have we said anything?
I’ve looked into your mind without asking
Now you think that you know me but you only
got to know the pretty mask I wear

I keep on smiling at every story from your mouth
but to me they are just dead words that you spit out
As I listen to what you’ve experienced last night
you’re talking to the pretty mask I wear

So call me a liar, liar
I will be arrested by myself
Call me a liar, liar

You think you know who I am but I prove you wrong
I’ll show you what I have become
You think you can read my face but still you are wrong
You will be stunned by what I have become

What’s going on in her head? Is she going insane?
Is some little evil black monster eating, eating up her brain?
That’s what I hear people say behind my back
they tear away the pretty mask I wear

So call me a liar, liar...

You think you know who I am but I prove you wrong
I’ll show you what I have become
You think you can read my face but still you are wrong
You will be stunned by what I have become