Playing Dead (Turmoil)

what the f**k are you what the f**k are you looking at what the f**k have you become through the course of a conversation ignorance rears it's head and i turn away playing dead ignore what was said lay down all my pride bury my conscious behind a smile playing dead never again will i compromise this tongue has bled one two many times so i'll stare in the face of confrontation and i'll spit in the eye that see in black and white i will not pacify myself i will not play dead what the f**k are you looking at