Rubber and Glue

Caught in a photograph and I can’t move
Is that your camera or is that your gun
Stuck in a funhouse, that ain’t no fun
I’m rubber, you’re glue
And whatever you say
Bounces off of me, yeah yeah
And sticks to you
Power hungry poser scene
Embalm your words deep inside of me What you’d put in my head
You define everything to death
Who defines your identity
Re-define your identity
Get your words ou-ou-outta me Who decides your identity, not me Ow