Chris DeGarmo, Geoff Tate)

Beating with life you promised life,
security, happiness
Unfortunate son cornered,
cowering in the pit of
circling panes of glass that
surround and reveal the ever present "It"

"It" is my move, my every look,
interpreting gestures,
informing others
what's undercover and
lurking beneath my mask
of this year's featured model
Is this too much?
Close your eyes
Care to look inside? I AM I!

What may appear
might easily be explained,
but given the situation
of info saturation,
what you feel can never go away

Steering perception? I AM!
Inviting contradiction? I AM!
It's my insistence
you keep your distance
from the glare behind my stare
So this is the way
the game is played
You can leave now
but I think you'll stay I am I