Copied moves, filler actions Those convictions are bought - so unnatural Just jump off it. Pressure to keep up as the facade slips Moving with the grain, it's leaving you out Years served chasing a worth spends it out Piecing an image to match, you'd watch as it's forfeit Cause no image is honest, trace back to the roots Who's left to impress? Those faces, they not real You know its flawed when you want more So play it by the rules. Draw and make your move Parts of the path twist with empty intent Content to follow the spin... The game does not give Moving with the grain, but finding you're out Here's a plan - Chase purpose through your hands I'm keeping the score now