You could pull off the perfect crime but your target is too small
You stole nothing but glances as you leaned on the wall
And held your concentration on maintaining the form
You'd held through sheer force of will since you walked through the door
The choice is between being alone in your place
And going out but letting them chose your shape
You got sick and tired 'cause it seemed like a sin
To use all that potential on just blending in
Yeah you could take any shape and you could have any face
If it's a good enough fake no one knows it's out of place
You spread yourself out so thin and stretched yourself up so tall
Before you knew what had happened, you turned into a wall
A master of disguise, you could've stolen the scene
But the paradox is that means you can't escape clean
With all these systems in place to make sure you comply
You know how to craft wings, but how the fuck could you fly?
Yeah you could take any shape and you could have any face
If it's a good enough fake no one knows it's out of place
You spread yourself out so thin and stretched yourself up so tall
Before you knew what had happened, you turned into a wall
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