Blessed to be in this race
There's no prize,
Just a frightening lack of time
At least we're getting paid
Appearances in shape
Blessed to see this face
Can i go blind?
Scratch the truth from my eyes
The check is on the way
Food is on the plate
We are all imposters
In our fathers suits
We are all imposters
In our mothers coats
Blessed to feel this rage
I see red, from morning noon,
Until bed
You think you're getting paid?
The check is on the way
I am an imposter
In my fathers trade
I am an imposter
With my mothers ways
I hope they can see me
Navigating each day
I'm a skilled chameleon
With a very human face
