How do we know that life isn\'t staged?
After all, we\'re all just standing in front of world
Being judged, constantly.
We do ourselves up, so we\'re not the ones shunned
So when you manage to reach the top of that pedestal
You won\'t get torn to shreds by wolves that is society
[society] def.
Term used for the foxes hiding inside of blood and bones
For all people have the animals inside
It\'s just how well they handle them that makes them better
Isn\'t being important a good thing?
How do you know the life, that is your dream, wasn\'t staged
What if it was planned, schemed, hatched right under you
How do you know that they aren\'t laughing now
At how naive one could possibly be?
Would you want to know?
How would you know?
This is why...
Because, believe it or not
Good people exist
We may all have animals inside us
But who\'s to say it isn\'t a cute bunny?
Rather than a wolf, thriving on attention