The White Buffalo - The woods
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AmGone so Flong I stepped oGut of the Fwoods
Well I was GmisunderstFood but in lFight of it GallAm
AmWell I sit bFack and cGheck their disgFuise
Their Gdark shallow eFyes got Flost in the Ghaze of the Amlight
So I Fsit back and Gwatch
FI see all their Gmasks soon aAmppear
I Flong for the Gwoods
FFrom this place GI'll disappAmear
They all strive to deviate from the norm
But collectively swarm to be all the same
Well, to alter image prosthetics are worn
Their primped plastic forms melt in the heat of the light
So I step to the light
I see all their masks soon appear
I long for the woods
From this place I'll disappear
Disappear, disappear, oh lord, disappear