Thursday, October 11, 2012

the masks we wear

In a matter of time travel this distance won't mean a thing
As these arms I hold crippled by my side revert and reach within
These days a hello is hard to welcome, still practicing my goodbyes
Pushing the knife I stabbed in my own back clean through by and by

We all have masks we wear, some of us in our unconscious mind
These masks we wear won't mean a thing, when the eyes behind are blind

We're a planned bastard child, another franchise to keep the legend alive
But given the out we won't let go, the dream of living the promised life
In the story I fight for you, slay dragons and let loves kiss break slumbers hold
Only to wake and find this hunting dog is maimed, his teeth are only capable of letting go

We all have masks we wear, some of us in our unconscious mind
These masks we wear won't mean a thing, when the eyes behind are blind

No longer sure of my own face, under the plastic skin my flesh feels raw
I've been on stage too long, under lights too bright, my costume feels glued like trees to saws
Fancy threads can only hold so long, now worn and torn, they compliment only time
As my last lines escape my mind, and the curtains close our loves bell chimes

We all have masks we wear, some of us in our unconscious mind
These masks we wear won't mean a thing, when the eyes behind are blind

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