So fucking easy to believe it    Too hard to comprehend    How you sleaze with perfect ease    To the constant changing tides of trend    Breathing carbon copy    From the pages of a glossy magazine    Prototype to prototype, addicted to the norm    In a crazy world of mad machines       It’s not easy staring at a T.V.    To prove to me that money’s got no soul    Hoping for a blind spot, gotta fill a time slot    Collecting cash wrapped in a bullshit role    Have to laugh when I’m watching    Those perfect families shining on the screen    Prototype to prototype, distorted in its form    In this unreal world of dreams       Inside, outside, inside out    Who knows where they’re going    If they don’t know what they’re doing    If they don’t know what they’re about    Inside, outside, inside out    Is someone gonna sell me what I’m about ?       Never claimed to be the one and only    An original non emulated style    Prototype to prototype, can’t differ anyway    When there’s passion and fame all the while    Never easy to be original    The evil of an influence can often sway the mind    Of what you feel, and what you see    In this world of identity       Inside, outside, inside out    Who knows where they’re going    If they don’t know what they’re doing    If they don’t know what they’re about    Inside, outside, inside out    Is someone gonna sell me what I’m about ?       Inside, outside, inside out    Who knows where they’re going    If they don’t know what they’re doing    If they don’t know what they’re about       Stylistic addiction, so set in its way    Prototype people won’t differ, can’t change    Taught how to lie, act and to breathe, that’s not me       A breathing carbon copy    From the pages of a glossy magazine    Prototype to prototype, distorted in its form    In this unreal world of dreams       Inside, outside, inside out    Outside, inside, inside out    Inside, outside, inside out    Does someone wanna sell me what I’m about ?