Nathan Angelo Through Playing Me
Sipped the coffee, rush of the morning
Usher in the hours of working men
Count the crumbs on top of the table
Before I climb the ladder once again
Shook the hands, signed all the papers
Made a way to touch the world around
So polite for all of the bodies
We become victims with no sound
But when the day is done
I'm left alone with someone I don't know
Who I become when people watch
Has made this place his home
What can I say
When the words just won't come out right
What can I do
When every step leads me to a lie
And I'm through playing me
With my messiah television
And framed achievements make a scene so grand
They find a way to cut through the silence
And give me a place to stand
