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
