The Seeming and the Real - Die Kammer

One’s blurred appearance

Exposes the difference

Between intention act and word

All, what’s meant to be heard

This play or contest

Won’t leave me impressed

I’ve seen the cruddy rest

Underneath the immaculate vest

It’s all about the seeming

It’s all about the seeming

It’s all about the seeming

It’s not even real

Your beauty may be blinding

Your speech so eloquent

It’s a perfect way of masking

To dress up flamboyant

This play named conquest

Won’t arouse my interest

I don’t mind back-slapping friends

But in need the one holding my hand

Not the temporary consolation

But the adversary’s adjudication

I don’t mind what money can buy

But an upright life, at least I try

I don’t mind what you call sex appeal

Cause none of this is real