What the fuck are you

What the fuck are you

Looking at

What the fuck

Have you become

Through the course of a conversation

Ignorance rears its head

And I turn away

Playing dead

Playing dead

Ignore what was said

Lay down all my pride

Bury my conscious behind a smile

Playing dead

Playing dead

Never again

Will I compromise

This tongue has bled

One too many times

So I'll stare in the face of

Confrontation

And I'll spit in the eye

That sees in black and white

I will not pacify myself

I will not play dead

Dead, dead, dead, dead

What the fuck are you looking at