#2 The Costume We Wear

bass guitar solo, 808 drums, bass drops, melodic hooks, danceable groove

**[Intro]**  
*We dress in bodies borrowed from the earth…*

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**[Verse 1]**  
The costume stitched with pleasure and with pain,  
A temporary suit for passing through.  
We wear the name, the face, the loss, the gain,  
And think the fabric is the whole of you.

Beneath the sweater of the ego’s claim,  
Beneath the makeup of the roles we play,  
There sits a stillness whispering your name—  
The costume falls, but you will never fray.

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**[Chorus]**  
The costume we wear is not who we are—  
A mask that forgets it was never the star.  
Take it off slowly, then stand in the light:  
The essence of love was your original sight.

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**[Verse 2]**  
We arrive on this stage and we begin to believe  
That the wrinkles and scars are the truest design.  
But the soul never ages; it only takes leave  
Of the mirrors and clocks and the drawn borderline.

The intellect tangles, the ego resists—  
It built the whole wardrobe of fearing the fall.  
But underneath silk and the tear-stained clenched fists,  
The costume was never a prison at all.

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**[Chorus]**  
The costume we wear is not who we are—  
A mask that forgets it was never the star.  
Take it off slowly, then stand in the light:  
The essence of love was your original sight.

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**[Verse 3]**  
Remember the child before they were taught  
To dress up in worthy and dress down in shame.  
The costume was chosen, the soul was not bought—  
You can shed every thread and still speak your name.

So dance in the fabric while knowing the truth:  
The tailor was fear, but the wearer is grace.  
The gray hair, the heartbeat, the bruise, and the tooth—  
All borrowed. What’s real leaves no trace on a face.

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**[Chorus]**  
The costume we wear is not who we are—  
A mask that forgets it was never the star.  
Take it off slowly, then stand in the light:  
The essence of love was your original sight.

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**[Bridge]**  
One day the costume folds, the lights go dim,  
And you step from the stage without even a seam.  
The audience claps but they clap for the whim—  
You laugh, because waking was always the dream.

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**[Outro – Chorus softly]**  
The costume we wear… is not who we are…  
Take it off slowly… stand in the light…  
Love was your original sight.

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**[Intro]** *We dress in bodies borrowed from the earth…* --- **[Verse 1]** The costume stitched with pleasure and with pain, A temporary suit for passing through. We wear the name, the face, the loss, the gain, And think the fabric is the whole of you. Beneath the sweater of the ego’s claim, Beneath the makeup of the roles we play, There sits a stillness whispering your name— The costume falls, but you will never fray. --- **[Chorus]** The costume we wear is not who we are— A mask that forgets it was never the star. Take it off slowly, then stand in the light: The essence of love was your original sight. --- **[Verse 2]** We arrive on this stage and we begin to believe That the wrinkles and scars are the truest design. But the soul never ages; it only takes leave Of the mirrors and clocks and the drawn borderline. The intellect tangles, the ego resists— It built the whole wardrobe of fearing the fall. But underneath silk and the tear-stained clenched fists, The costume was never a prison at all. --- **[Chorus]** The costume we wear is not who we are— A mask that forgets it was never the star. Take it off slowly, then stand in the light: The essence of love was your original sight. --- **[Verse 3]** Remember the child before they were taught To dress up in worthy and dress down in shame. The costume was chosen, the soul was not bought— You can shed every thread and still speak your name. So dance in the fabric while knowing the truth: The tailor was fear, but the wearer is grace. The gray hair, the heartbeat, the bruise, and the tooth— All borrowed. What’s real leaves no trace on a face. --- **[Chorus]** The costume we wear is not who we are— A mask that forgets it was never the star. Take it off slowly, then stand in the light: The essence of love was your original sight. --- **[Bridge]** One day the costume folds, the lights go dim, And you step from the stage without even a seam. The audience claps but they clap for the whim— You laugh, because waking was always the dream. --- **[Outro – Chorus softly]** The costume we wear… is not who we are… Take it off slowly… stand in the light… Love was your original sight.

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