Here I am hushing all night long
Asleep brain and awaken heart
In my den writing my own song
Direction! Discretion!

Can I be part of your V.I.P. club, costumes alike?

It seems like everyone has proper words for proper lies
And I get speechless out of blue
It seems like everyone has proper clothes for proper times
And I'm still sewing a brand new

Social disguise to go unheeded
Fleeing advices from that filler
Book of disquiet. And now I wonder
What should be the next stage coming through?

Reading signs, sex intention boards
How could I know your true desires?
Should I come inside? Should I beg for your love?
Old fashioned obsession?

Sometimes I ask how many mirrors truly show a face
Sometimes you can’t face mirror’s truth
Sometimes I ask how many roles fit into the world’s stage
Sometimes the whole world fits into a

Can I be part of your V.I.P. club? I’ve brought my disguise

Dealing with strains to eternize our footsteps on the ground
The same steps stamped by the heels of all, nothing new by now
Dwelling against the common standard
And yet be partners in life… There’s no easy way out

Can I be part of your V.I.P. club, costumes alike?
Can I be part of your V.I.P. club, is it worth trying?