Life without losing a cent Life without losing anything Is not the life I could live Without losing my mind I wont take curry for any kid to see at lunch Then I'll be fine Assimilation is the way I found Chameleonic is how I sound It's time to lose it: I found my own voice now You've got to meet the body You've got to meet the body I hope I write this song before too late Cuz there's a note that I want us to take I'll hold my mouth open for you to shout opinions Rest your head upon my chest and then I'll feel safe Tell me why Tell me why I've got to Make up a past time Give my worth a place So one day I'll understand When you say "hometown" it's This brown and bearded face For pigs to mistake I've got a number Who's gonna take it I've gotta fly soon I've got a suitcase For me to board the plane I must unfurl the borders in me I've got a monster I've got a secret I'm pretty sure I'll have to leave If I'm not smiling I stole the right voice I've got a stage name He's going to remind me He's going to remind me He's compromised me We're compromised My dad begs me to shave So pigs won't mistake I've got a number Do you wanna see it I've gotta fly soon I'll drop my suitcase For us to overcome We've gotta seize the means of coping I've got a monster I've got a secret I'm pretty sure I'll have to leave If I don't work for free I stole the right voice