My mind is filled with your illusions.
This world is plauged with it's confusion.
Hate on the television and hate on the radio.
Conformity in the schools and conformity in the homes.
We are just puppets on a string they use to play pretend.
"Being like me is the way to be," is the message that they send.
The clothes make the man but the man never makes the clothes.
IF we don't fit the standards set before us we're considered sick and are caged alone.
I have been labeled a lepar in modern day society.
All because I would not apologize for all that I believe.
Love is no longer used by its proper definition.
It is now black listed and always handled with apprehension.
So please take back your illusions and I hate you choke.
The clothes don't make the man, the man makes the clothes.