The Method

Lost verity?
Virtue no more!
Would I lie to you?
The losing hand
Brazenly played
Was all we knew

We are frightened and small
But The Method is all we own
And this shade introduced
Is the closest to truth you've known

This metaphor
Internal veneer
Do we recognise?
Is there any part
That still remains
That is undisguised?

We are fragile souls
But The Method controls our fear
So we coax and contrive
And pretend we're alive in here

This ingenious face
Can afford me the space to breathe
It's a price I can bear
A conceit that I dare believe

And what are we when the message ends?
How to define yourself
When we are all living works of art
On a collector's shelf?
Just a pale curiosity
Meaningless in itself
What we are; what we want to be!
Facing ourselves



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Lee
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