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