Cutout

Born for a time at the end of the line where the air is cold And people buy their image from the stories you invent Live for a while with your "Zeig Heil" smile and your fantasies As I slip into your collage of the dreams your product leant I don't wanna be your cutout I am not your perfect foil Original sin as the brush begins it's backward wash Yet they call you a creator as you kill all other's thoughts You closed the door on the time before this mascarade As I slip into your collage of the dream your product bought I don't wanna be your cutout I am not your perfect foil Born for a time at the end of the line where the air is cold And people buy their image from the stories you invent Live for a while with your "Zeig Heil" smile and your fantasies As I slip into your collage of the dream your product leant I don't wanna be your cutout I am not your perfect foil