The Arts District Video (MV)

I see so many faces staring at me, wondering who I am and if I am me
Speech is like a script, and we play the role
Suspend disbelief behind glass of soul
The smudge on your lips came from my kiss
Little paper rips. Come on to the liss. Lisp
"We are young," they say every ten or so years
"It's time to make a stand," they say as they drink their beers
I call it "LCD" like crime or gravity
No matter how much you plan, you are your parents' children