Put On Your Game Face

One more ghost town's masquerade
clutch your mask 'cause it's all you have.
A thousand lacking souls play charades
change your face to suit the fad.

Bind your insides; hold them tight
heart held in to face the dark,
light sold out to blend the fight.
Murky gray is everyones mark.

Faked the hope that left you branded.
Sell a saint to save the sinner.
Not meant to be the last man standing;
You didn't come to lose but you're not the winner.

Save your wild heart before it tears you to shreds
innocence bought and sold in this world.
You made your mess and made your bed,
now lie in the eyes of a twelve year old girl.

Blood ran it's course and fed your lifeline;
thicken your skin until it's good for two.
Show the face that's been marked divine,
and hide the one cast as a fool.

Faked the hope that left you branded.
Sell a saint to save the sinner.
Not meant to be the last man standing;
You didn't come to lose but you're not the winner.

Peel off the outside and make the world scream.
Show your true colours until they puke.
A pretty face now marked obscene;
finally worthy of their rebukes.

Offer your best and don't take their pity.
Instead tell them to sell it to someone with fear;
keep remorse hostage when you burn the city.
Bottle their tears and hold them dear.

Faked the hope that left you branded.
Sell a saint to save the sinner.
Not meant to be the last man standing;
you didn't come to lose but you're not the winner.

Abandon the cast off dreams you bought;
carve your own name into the stone.
Remember every silent battle you fought,
Know you can make it on your own.

Listen to the church bells ring
as the end of the world is declared.
Let out your heart; just let it sing
Having them tell you to hold it in is unfair.

Faked the hope that left you branded.
Sell a saint to save the winner.
Sometimes it hurts to be the last man standing;
you left your home and burnt the winners.