Mistaken Identities

Looking in the mirror, not seeing my face,
Just a mask no flesh in the reflecting space,
Must I have to take it off to lace together who I am?
Trust the person in front of me to take control?
Yes, I have to or I'll have to pay a endless toll,
Peeling the plastic back like a disgusting scab,
Dab your feet in the waters of falseness won't make you a facade,
Stab the masks who aren't you otherwise you will find you are a fraud,
As people we all have our hidden agendas and mistaken identities,
But why? The insecurity has left us shaken with the fear,
Fear of being revealed for who we really are,
Far from truth running around looking for some answers,
Last time I checked I wasn't democratic or republican,
I was actually none of them, just living amongst the silent majority,
Making my day and getting paid, Sliding by on minimum wage,
When the only thing I knew about myself was my age,
Left alone on this stage creeping with critics,
Afraid of revealing the scar that lies beneath the plastic, the skin,
We should be hated for our vomit we spew all over each other, the sin,
that has fermented our nature since the beginning,
We are the very nightmares we create,
Ironic, we see our own fate behind our eyes,
Every vampire, werewolf, zombie. It's us, that lies beneath that mask,
Just as revolting as the obscene creatures we make, pass the flask,
And celebrate our distorted past that takes way from the real task at hand,
We have to stand together to destroy the evil that plagues the world,
Throw down our mistaken identities and our hidden agendas,
And give it to a savior, who stitches and mends us together.