Masquerade
The mask of a man is painted and pale
It is chipped, it is old, and getting stale
False humor, it leaves false laughs in its wake.
Try to sense this falseness for your own sake.
But to break this cycle, we do not dare
We are born and raised, all caught in this snare.
This mask is quickly becoming the face
Of the trodden and broken human race.
It is chipped, it is old, and getting stale
False humor, it leaves false laughs in its wake.
Try to sense this falseness for your own sake.
But to break this cycle, we do not dare
We are born and raised, all caught in this snare.
This mask is quickly becoming the face
Of the trodden and broken human race.