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One's blurred appearance Exposes the difference Between intention act and word All, what's meant to be heard This play or contest Won't leave me impressed I've seen the cruddy rest Underneath the immaculate vest It's all about the seeming It's all about the seeming It's all about the seeming It's not even real Your beauty may be blinding Your speech so eloquent It's a perfect way of masking To dress up flamboyant This play named conquest Won't arouse my interest I don't mind back-slapping friends But in need the one holding my hand Not the temporary consolation But the adversary's adjudication I don't mind what money can buy But an upright life, at least I try I don't mind what you call sex appeal Cause none of this is real Aus Songtexte Mania