I wear a thousand masks,
I am a million souls
I am a shape shifter
My shadow is all what remain
A dark portrait of what I used to be
I have a strangers voice in my own ears
I am what they wish me to be
A disgust, a venom fills me
When I chose my mask
In my insane mind
I pick a face to wear
A certain voice to hear
A body to hold my killers near
How will others know me
When I barely know my own reflection
Isolated is the child, the boy
The man within me
Locked in a prison, sentenced to death
With familiar faces,
Broken by disappointed eyes,
He is disgraced, alone empty
Therefore I am a million souls
Therefore I wear a million masks
Do you dare know me?
