???Upon sight,
You can see,
Who people are,
But is that really the truth?
Cos when you really get to thinkin'
You might resort to drinkin'
Cos what you see is not what you'll get,
What you see is an illusion,
Merely a mask of what horrors lurk,
Beneath the surface of that mask,
And beneath that shirt,
But I won't fall for that charade,
World like a constant masquerade,
But one accomplishment that I have achieved,
Is to rip free that well-worn mask,
Left it broken and cleaved,
Was this my destiny?
Planned even before I was conceived?
Now I'm surrounded by these dancing shadows,
It frustrates me to watch these monsters, as I feel my breath shallow,
Watching my Maskless people,
Being stomped on like ants,
What's the new plan?
How do we fight back?
Against the monsters scheming within our beds.
It's not seen as a catastrophe,
That no-one can trust anyone,
Not you and certainly not me,
Not even the Maskless brethren,
When will be be able to trust each other?
Is there a then?
Will we be forever trapped in this pen?
How do we contest these monsters lurking in our beds?
Like a soft velvet,
A sheet pulled over our eyes,
To hide the lies,
To hide the crimes,
Pointing out which way to spend our dimes and our precious time,
Like my Maskless people,
Rip free your well-worn Mask,
Look away from your mask-filled past,
And see the way we should be striving to achieve,
A maskless world with our hearts on the table,
How can we rid ourselves of these monsters cowering within our bed,
Are we able?
