The Surface Of Me

A study of history
Reveals an unflagging appeal to mystery
You talk about abstraction
At the top of the list
But you might as well get pissed
'Cause in me the essence does not exist
No!
Yeah yeah!
You’re so shallow
How can your romance hope to be
The veil of an ersatz human nature
That can pacify but never slept well
When there’s the pretension of living a lie?
Take me as I am, judge me for my crimes
I can say I’ll behave freely all the time
You can predict what I’ll say, it’s in my DNA
But soon I’ll be a catalogue number anyway
So say a little prayer
Convince yourself that someone cares
All I am is what you see
There is nothing more than the surface of me
There is nothing more than the surface of me!
You know?
Oh yeah!
Apologies to Skinner
But I do believe that I feel like I’m a winner
Having just discovered a long solved modal secret
Of how I always feel
So goddamn downtrodden and desperate
Take me as I am, judge me for my crimes
I can say I’ll behave freely all the time
You can predict what I’ll say, it’s in my DNA
But soon I’ll be a catalogue number anyway
So say a little prayer
Convince yourself that someone cares
All I am is what you see
There is nothing more than the surface of me
There is nothing more than the surface of me!