layers

we hide ourselves
we never show our true colors
we are hidden
we arent defined by who we are
we are defined by our layers
nobody cares who we are
no one wants who we are
what they want is our layers
the clothes off our backs
the skin off our flesh
they want to disect us
not to see our true selves
but for the pleasure of the carnage
the thrill of the hunt
the agony of our defeat
only then will they stop
because they're bored
because they got what they wanted
they striped us of our layers
and now were dead