Don Pablo

There's a crowd within That charms you out And stands at the front of the scene You're imposed a name Weighs like a cross And there's all the invisible string Forging me Do you really think it's real That any act can define me? Fulfilling Place ideas with a face And preach Unsuspected denying You're self contained conventional That good behaviour's cynical 'Cause then you turn hysterical When you can't see the magical Can't segregate the rational Your every step is biblical Bragging Keep bragging Can't you fake a little more? Can't you fake a little more? Bragging Keep bragging All the simple things Won't come by demand They pave their own way Can't be reached by self-applying Are we ever real? Or are we just a vessel that's unfilled 'til the end? Forging me Do you really think it's real That any act can define me? Fulfilling Place ideas with a face And preach Unsuspected denying Do you know yourself? Been fooled and tricked Misconception And constant pressure Took your place And drew a new form of you