The Mask

We wear all their memories, gone so soon
Faces long forgotten to the phases of the moon
The seasons, like clockwork, the people come and go
And every single person's got a mask they show the world

The soldier's saber rattles where his courage can't be found
The foreman barking orders finds no company around
The paramours, that plot their days and ponder what could be
The courier endurеs the course yet, yеarns to wander free

A mask for you
A mask for me
A mask for the whole wide world to see

The crooked cattle jockeys grin and hawk their hard-earned wares
The rancher plays her poker face to pacify the pair
The frontman's unaffected air exposed by new sounds
The manager decides in doubt and drinks as if to drown

A mask for you
A mask for me
A mask for the whole wide world to see

A mask to hoard your anger, a mask to hide your shame
A mask to mask the pain is still a mask all the same
You of many faces, you of so few words
You in silence, screaming for your voices to be heard

They say the world's a stage and that the players all, are we
Then why does it seem that nobody wants to play with me?
All their funny faces, all their fake and phony laughs
Maybe with this new mask I can find what I don't have

Feel it crawl through my skin, just like needles and pins
To the edge of the knife, scraping out, carving life
Overwhelmed by the pull and the vast undertow
Of the fire in my veins, spreading out, taking hold

Feel the earth giving way, I am molten, you are clay
I'm the feast, I'm the flood, I'm the fields overrun
I'm am woken, hexed flame, I'm the curse, given name
I am envy, I am free, I am magnipotent