You never listen to a word that I say
You always take me for the clothes that I wear
Only thing you know is to cut so much deeper
It must have been the color of my hair
The public image
What you wanted was never made clear
Behind the image was a disrepair
You hide behind this public machine
Still following the same old scheme
The public image
The public image, you got what you wanted
The public image no longer serves me
It's my hatred, it's my own creation
My grand finale, my grandpa
The public image
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