I’m the man behind the bars br We talk through walls and I wonder how I got here br I’m a boy, I’m a little too trusting br And I can’t help wondering what you think of me br br Silence, it’s the façade you build br With you oh-too familiar condescending br Pretense that you have for the world br And you’re just too afraid to tell the truth br br I’m a cynic, I curse myself br I kick myself in reflections in distorted br Nightmares, dirty puddle dripping voices br They tell me that you laugh about me br br And you’re the worst part of it all br Ninety-four in black painted on the mailbox br You’ll stop to look around br But on the ground in front is where you’ll find me br br I’m not offering you my soul br My flesh should have been enough br Can’t you see that I bled for you? br Stop your hideous masquerade br Parading ‘round me in that face br Does he still not know that it’s a fake? br br You’re a fake, undertake every little piece of heart and soul br And lock it in the casket you keep behind your bedroom door br You lie me in the ex-room fire, ashes spewed upon the floor br And there he goes attached to you, riding in your existential br Fate, you mess with fate, every feeling mixed with hate br When you think about the time we spent floating in your heaven’s sake br Of course he’s killing time while you put on your other face br ‘Cause you know I’m the only one that can stand to see you naked br br I’m not your ghost br I’m not your ghostbr br Christopher's Deadbr br