Chuckles and glances and death
I'm the tale to be told
Hide your face, hold your breath
Stay warm to be bold

It's boring, knowing, feeling, seeing
Whispers shift slow
I'd gladly empty my very being
To allow you to know

The face won't betray the mask
I asked it politely
But it is dead set on this task
So I move it slightly

I refuse to speak in your tone
****, dead eyes
Hate so good I want to moan
Crush the flies