There's a place we hide true selves 
Shine them into golden awe 
Clandestine, I. Charade, shadow the midnight 
Hide, muddle the meaning. Hide, muddle the meaning 
The Plan: Clan and Hide. (show the way...) 
Motes protect honed purity 
Storm the heartened masquerade 
[CHORUS] 
We all follow around the bend. (go astray...) 
We fear ourselves. We lock up in rooms 
We make not a sound beneath our shoes 
Hi, yes, we're fine...we act enthused 
Then dance with ourselves without any groove 
We're all out of might. We no longer strive 
We practice the art of 9 to 5 
Examples are cheap and talk is proof 
Do as I say, not as I do..... 
Na na na na....