Rationale - FBS lyrics

Oh, wouldn't it be such a nice introduction to tell you what you see is what you get? But to tell the truth, you don't know me Not like you could've tried Plaster me with an identity so I can hardly see If that's what makes you happy My sight's getting worse I sleep through the exits You keep me up through the night With the thoughts that I hide behind Now gather round to see a portrait so bittersweet You'll place the blame on me And when the colors start to fade Take the artist to the stake Burn him at the stake My sight is getting worse I sleep through the exits You keep me up through the night With the thoughts that I hide behind Now gather round to see... The paint chip off this frame You're speeding up the process Just get it over with, I can't take this You look amused with your progress And I can't help but break through the paint