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Figures Clad in skin

My heart beats quicker, my pulse is racing,
beads of sweat are dripping down my face, threatening to fall into my eyes.
I am running, running to get away
From those figures clad in skin.

They look like you and I, they are real.
How can I tell whom from whom? I can't.
I turn to check upon my pursures, but they cannot be found.
I keep running, for they are bound to catch up.

I am running away from them.
Those figures clad in skin.
They look at me, they know my name,
I need to run away.

I cannot live like them any longer,
Those who walk the earth in a farce,
For they are unlike me,
Those figures clad in skin.

They want me to change,
They want me to live as they do.
I cannot do this, so I run.
Forever running from those figures clad in skin.

Look around, and you will see them,
Those who wear a farce.
They do not show their true selves,
For they too wish to run, but refuse to.

They rule our world,
Control our thoughts,
They want to have us be "just like them."
They are the figures clad in skin.

Foolish minds succumb to their will,
Ignorant fools they be.
They do not wish to live like us,
They do not wish to be free.

I'll tell you now, and say it only once.
They who are clad in skin,
Those who wear a farce,
Are creatures known as---