In times of trouble and insanity
I carry masks to disguise
The pain I carry
Secure behind my eyes
I can never let out again
The misery I hide
To hell with my dignity
To hell with my pride
From this day forward
And for ever more
I will mount this mask
That will be my lore
No reaching out when I am weak
No solace will I seek
When you look for answers
When you say your prayers
All you will see is masks
And no pain that I bare...
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