my makeup doesn't makeup no more

i need soul porn
just like a newborn
spiritual nudity
a soul selfie

my makeup doesn't makeup no more
am i a lustful whore or simply me and satisfaction haven't settled score
am i smart or

did the devil just fart
will my strong alibi make your true doubts die
one dark side to say the least I'm sick of the masquerade feast

can't preach what i didn't reach
don't tell me fake until you make it
always waiting for the better day
I'll ask for a smile to borrow
the better day came
disguised as the rest of life's sorrow

nothing but taking off the lies piece by piece will bring the long awaited peace
and if i stand right in front of you naked
i believe that I have to start by disbelief
I'll enjoy my spiritual nudity
I'll display my insecurity
I'll show my lone tear
and judge as you will my
friend
fiend
ooops i dropped the are
hope is my dope
and I'm wasted :-)

Tamer Hossam