Badface

Dear God is it really all what I'm seeing As I recall a face is a soul's true meaning Where are my wounds, lord? Nothing disrupted, it's all undercover Those pretty parts they're built to misdirect us And even if I would like to expose it all This ugliness of ours just like a concrete wall No matter how hard we try We can never show our soul Call me Dorian, I don't even know how to paint I'm too afraid to make this evil come alive, yeah Where are my wounds, lord? Nothing disrupted, it's still undercover Those pretty parts they're built to misdirect us, yeah-ea-eah And even if I would like to expose it all This ugliness of ours just like a concrete wall No matter how hard we try We can never show our soul So we just let it grow This ugly face of ours Cause we can't make it stop No we can't make it stop, make it stop yeah So we just let it go, cause we can't make it stop This ugly face of ours, of ours yeah