The Suit

There are things that you won't recognize
When you reach into hollow eyes
Tailored to, and stretching thin
Someone you could dress up in, and I'm afraid

That If you look inside you won't recognize
The killer confidence within the face of facelessness

It ain't true, it ain't true
Just whose eyes am I looking through?
It ain't me, that's… not me
No, it ain't me in the skin you see
(Someone is wearing me away)

Well, the truth will out, right along with the guts
Feel my good intentions, in your bones, and your trust
And the blade is out and glistening, with all the words I couldn't
Bear to say to you, every time that you were listening

And if you find that you are hollow as well
With insecurities that stitch up your shell, who's inside?

It ain't you, it ain't you
Just whose eyes are you looking through?
A new suit. A new suit
Flesh disguise for an old abuse
Cut-out lie for the friends we choose

All these pressures, all these puppeteers, I look like a fool
To make some body act this way, I've become your tool
Looking mighty sharp
Dressed up like a thief
My heart is on your sleeve

It ain't true, it ain't true
Just whose eyes are we looking through?
A new suit, a new suit
Fresh disguise for the old excuse
Cut-out lie for the friends we'll lose