Lyrics by Brett Kull and Ray Weston The picture was posed ready to push that black and white charm Highlighted in gloss and calligraphy for that rock and roll impact You've got to wear your pout and your million dollar smile Or look like the blues and you have been hanging out for a while I cried inside when I saw it all done for the cause of art And I've got to laugh when I see your sincerity The simple things that seemed so good just don't taste the same The projection's in need of a focus, it's all out of frame It's not that the price has been set too high It's never too high It's just that I'm not sure I want... To sell to those that want to buy Go through hell for those that want to buy Please don't take me the wrong way If I don't excel for those that want to buy Who's to say our voice should not be heard Contrary to your opinion we will not go away If something like this meant so much to you Would you walk away and leave it Or die with the taste still in your mouth? Mine is might I am that's right, a ba*tard with a point So you think your artistic insecurity can be shielded? Cellophane personalities keep you nice and fresh I sit with pen in hand wondering what to write Should I cut myself and paint in crimson Or use my plastic argument? You sample words and collect the royalties You're stereotyped with gold in hand I'm naked for the world to see The thing I think that scares me the most Is that talent is seldom considered It's all in a name as the waiting game Grows tight around your throat I'm sick of being pa**ed on this time I'm bored with all of your letters They just hang on the wall for all to see who the next fool is Skeleton bound delusions, freaks inside your head Come to life as you realize insane is not so bad We must be daft to want more rope To feed the cause you criticize We took the time to turn your heads Now you will see what we're after