Many Masks that you will try on the path to growing old Differant faces, differant skins to shed until you reach your goal The mold will set, the clay will dry to the mask from which you hide What matters most, intact remains the person trapped inside The beliefs and ideas, the thoughts that run amuck Will have all grown and changed but not have died with any luck 'Til then make fun of those who don't act or dress like you While they're on the other side making fun of you Making Fun Of You Some choose to hide behind a mohawk and tattoos Others choose a raiders jacket, others choose a tie and suit But underneath our exo-skeleton we all look the same Get some turpentine and start to strip away the name Strip away the face, identity, where they live Strip it all away 'til you see what it is that you have left A heart and a mind and a soul too On the inside they look just like you Just Like You