Lyrics: Nathan Angelo. Through Playing Me. 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