I am the face of soldiers, murderers, monsters, heroes... Though I guard one man from stealing eyes I am the last thing many see, From the gallows to the shadows And the depths of the sea.
Savior, slaughterer, sacred, scarring, And yet I have no eyes with which to cry.
I am a mask.
I am the shield of the weak, Protector of the fearful, But people look down on me. They call me a coward, but then I am showered With praise when the crooked see.
Needed, never noticed, nervous, And yet I have no eyes with which to cry.
I am a mask.
Used and thrown away, Used again another day: To raise a gun and rob a bank; To shield the lawman stopping a criminal; To blind a man who walks on death row; To hide the executioner's twisted smile.
Lawbreaker, liberator, litigator, life, And yet I have no eyes with which to cry.