Don Pablo

There's a crowd within
That charms you out
And stands at the front of the scene

You're imposed a name
Weighs like a cross
And there's all the invisible string

Forging me
Do you really think it's real
That any act can define me?

Fulfilling
Place ideas with a face
And preach
Unsuspected denying

You're self contained conventional
That good behaviour's cynical
'Cause then you turn hysterical

When you can't see the magical
Can't segregate the rational
Your every step is biblical

Bragging
Keep bragging
Can't you fake a little more?
Can't you fake a little more?

Bragging
Keep bragging

All the simple things
Won't come by demand
They pave their own way
Can't be reached by self-applying

Are we ever real?
Or are we just a vessel that's unfilled 'til the end?

Forging me
Do you really think it's real
That any act can define me?

Fulfilling
Place ideas with a face
And preach
Unsuspected denying

Do you know yourself?
Been fooled and tricked
Misconception

And constant pressure
Took your place
And drew a new form of you