It’s all a game to them,
Those men in dark suits.
Buying, selling lives;
Careers for the taking.
They make you stand
Naked before the world;
While the media mafia
Puts a price on your head.
And what’s it all for?
Why put yourself through,
The torment, the pain,
The anguish of a life
That is far from real?
You who have no mirror,
Save the glare of the lens.
The camera never lies,
Yet it conceals far more
Than you ever could know.
I look you solemnly in the eye
Just ask me once more;
Is fame the suit for me?
Don’t make me laugh.
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