These people
With their
Lives
And their 
Costumes
And their pretend
Sense of being
I've seen
Your mirrors
I've seen
Your wasted
Makeup
I've seen 
Your dressing up box
And your voice
That means nothing
And the sounds
That you bark
Are the words
That you pretend
To bleed
None of this is
Me
None of these
Borrowed clothes
Mean anything 
I see you
I hear your noise
Echo
Into the abyss
Of a white cloud
Passed under
A multicolored
Skin
And the best thing
You can learn
Is that in
This wolf's clothing
You mustn't judge
Because the lady
With the white eyes
And scales of justice
Hears nothing
Sees nothing
And knows
Every step you
Will make 
There is
One go
And every 
Opportunity 
And making excuses
Is simply
Not
Good enough