What the fuck are you what the fuck are you looking at What the fuck have you become through the course of a Conversation ignorance rears it's head and i turn away Playing dead ignore what was said lay down all my Pride bury my conscious behind a smile playing dead Never again will i compromise this tongue has bled one Two many times so i'll stare in the face of Confrontation and i'll spit in the eye that see in Black and white i will not pacify myself i will not Play dead what the fuck are you looking at