People are not always their skin.
It’s not always dark,
Not always hard.
On the outside we’re all ugly,
On the inside we’re all bloody.

People are not always their dreams.
It’s not always a god,
I’m not always flawed.
On the outside we’re all cold,
On the inside we’re all gold.

People are not always their screams.
It’s not always rage,
Not always a locked cage.
On the outside we’re all blind,
On the inside we’re all mind.

People are not always their deeds.
It’s not always the plan,
Not always the man.
On the outside we’re all static,
On the inside we’re ecstatic.