Idle Worship

i've got a great choice of career staring endlessly into the
mirror i've got a
blank look on my face never to ever disappear disappear this is
my chance at
the mirror this is my chance at the mirror i find i see myself
in your eyes
feel your regret taste your despise i am immune still insecure
i've been things
that never ever were this is my chance at the mirror wanting
what's behind
inside the outside there's no time to hide curiosity's outcry to
have and to
hold to bend and to mold determine a price prepare to be sold
all is commodity
deformities oddities exploit the prodigy to amuse us all