Lyrics

Boys play their games
No thought no aim
Running wild in the night
Chasing shadows no light

They think they know
The seeds they sow
No depth behind the smile
Pretending all the while

No Freud in their mind
No Jung they can find
Just boys and their games
Lost in their names

Books on the shelf
But they know oneself
Is buried deep inside
Behind walls they hide

Can’t break through
The mirror view
Don’t see what's clear
Trapped in their own fear

No Freud in their mind
No Jung they can find
Just boys and their games
Lost in their names
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In the end, there’s one true judge
Pretension lies in your own pledge
no one grants you absolution
No one stands in your seclusion
can you face your mirrored gaze
Can you stand your own embrace?
Do you seek to understand?
Or just excuses close at hand?