S(k)in

whould you dare to reflect upon the fact that you're broken
 a shattered self, the surface stares blank and cold
 as you fold back into your s(k)in
 the flesh aches to betray, twisting the shape of your frame
 so picturesque defining the depths of your mind
 all which the heart fails to find in you
 recant the soul, drawing faulty conclusions.
 the stage is set for yet another vagary
 the stage is set for more treachery
 as trecherous elations transpire
 these illusions are real
 true emotions you hide
 will reveal the real-self inside
 mask upon mask, virtue you defy
 the thicker skin the deeper the lie
 hate, vanity, lust and despair - all stand beside me
 hammer the broken back into the mold
 a melodramatic volta in drawling monologues unveiled
 I will not stand for the perversion in me
 would you dare to asses that your ideals are corruption at best
 the surface stares blank and cold as you revel in sin
 the damage don on display
 twisting the shape of your claims
 your intellect, framed into a state of mind
 controlled by what you sought to find
 drawing conclusions
 the stage is set for another vagary
 watch us trade individuality for mimicry
 regress to impress, violate to instigage
 full intent - no consent
 hollowed out to fit in the mold
 is this a dogma or a fabrication
 these mental alterations you carefully plant
 live the live, fake the dream, are my illusions real
 the deluded acrobatics you shamelessly feed me
 the body is a shrine to defile
 the mind is a tool to revile
 our will is a relentless force to abuse and create
 an altered self, a shadow world without end
 the body is a shrine to defile, the mind a tool to revile
 the will a force to abuse
 the need the thirst to use
 revel i skins, repent your sins