Do you now or have you ever believed
That we all are equal in this scene
They tell you that everyone's the same
But some people are more worthy of praise
An animal farm with no alarm
We're drowning in hypocrisy's dilapidated barn

I'm not asking for a golden stage on which to play
Or for invitations sent out every day
All I have is the strings upon my fingers
And the tears in pale moonlight linger
Drowning in the moat of the East Coast

While others pass by in gold boats

7 years of trying

Watching others thriving

A parasitic culture born on image
For all the tainted idolatry and cutthroat ladders
Who we are never matters

I stand alone with a broken heart
And it's crumbling every day
Cause they love watching me writhe
watching me fall
Watching me cry
They know I'd do anything, anything at all

Yeah, you all know it's true
I'd do anything to belong with you

They say
Do you now or have you ever believed
That we all are equal in this scene
They tell you that everyone's the same
But some people are more worthy of praise
An animal farm with no alarm
We're drowning in hypocrisy's dilapidated barn

So I hit the road
I took a plane
Changed my phone and changed my name
Closed out a decade of trying without any gain
Watching your elation at my self deportation
Forcing me to fly across the nation
The sun's a bit dimmer on Monica's shore
The gold in the Biltmore a bit less pure
I'm losing a thousand feet every day I try to fly
I'm losing my mind wondering why
You are all so kind but to me as cruel as sin
Ten years of trying and I'm still out looking in
I breathe the same air
Love the same things
Weaving a tapestry with my six string
I have a heart, it beats like yours
So why do you always kick me to the floor?
I only want to walk right through that door

And they say
Do you now or have you ever believed
That we all are equal in this scene
They tell you that everyone's the same
But some people are more worthy of praise
An animal farm with no alarm
We're drowning in hypocrisy's dilapidated barn

[INSTRUMENTAL BREAK, WE HEAR RADIO STATIC TUNING INTO A BROADCAST QUALITY VOICE, 1950's MALE IN THE STYLE OF MCCARTHY/NIXON ETC]
Are you now or have you ever been a member of the west coast kink scene?
In order to vet you for community safety, we asked your exes how good you were in bed, and they expressed some concern
Have you ever criticized a scene leader in public or private or engaged in any anti-community activities?]

The sun's a bit darker on the Pier
The roads seem to stretch for miles
There's always a sense of fear
I didn't run, I was exiled here
I walked the same roads you tread
I run up and try to get ahead
You stare at me like I'm some parasite
Tears follow me home at midnight
I love you all
You have great hearts
I see the kindness you all impart
I don't know why
But it's a fact
There's only one party for me
A celebration when I give up your scene

You drove me out across the nation
And I can feel your elation
California isn't as bright
When you're forced out into the night
And they say
Do you now or have you ever believed
That we all are equal in this scene
They tell you that everyone's the same
But some people are more worthy of praise
An animal farm with no alarm
We're drowning in hypocrisy's dilapidated barn