Of Matter - Proxy

I'm a surrogate

I'm archetypal and itinerant

I'm your excuse to long

For a superior

I will undertake

I will overcome

Imperfection you will find

Look close enough, tear off the mask I need

This endeavor is not mine

You subject me to the daggers you conceive

I'm stronger than I was before

Thus, you reinforce these walls

I can't fight you anymore

Threatened by the open door

All the chances I ignore

I can't stand still anymore

The day is done

Nothing left to say

Resting head in hands

Wishing I had known my place

To take a stand

The errand of a fool

I'm not to reprimand

Oh, I'm here to help you through

Is nothing like it seems?

Living in this sequence, ooh, a dream

Is nothing like it seems?

Gather broken shards of self-esteem