March from Cardboard Cutouts by 3 Kisses

I used to think I thought I knew
Dead, red roses turned to blue
I found a place that felt like home
Fallen down like ancient Rome
I raised my questions to the sky
It glared it me with its third eye

I sought; I seek for who I am
Molded clay with unclean hands
Melted wax, carved dry ice
Drew a face, I drew it twice
I traveled near, I met a god
She led me to a firing squad

CHORUS:
March, march – they’re coming through the front door
Lies, lies – I’m running out the back door
March, march – they’re coming through the front door
Lies, lies – I’m running out the back door

I trusted what the scholars said
Conventions kept us all misled
I made my mark, made a buck
I passed the test with flying luck
Released my knowledge from its chore
By thinking less, I’m learning more

Should be ashamed for that I waste
Swallowed pride with foul distaste
Fear masquerades as royalty
Counterfeiting loyalty
I came across a neophyte
Setting wrongs of passage right


V3
Befriended by a hunting knife
Considered searching for my life
Cut away the vines of lies
With actions I don’t recognize
Verily I conquered shams
I thought, I think for who I am

Facts that I believed I’d learned
Took a sudden doubting turn
Stripped away legerdemain
Forfeited my own head game
Can lay no claim to someone else
When I don’t understand myself

Copyright 2015 Stolen Kisses Music (BMI)

• Hard Rock
• Pop Punk
• Rock
• female
• pop rock
• Wasilla