Faces...faces
I have many faces
I am the Happy Mask Salesman,
travelling from far away places*

We met in purgatory
I became lost on a familiar street
city lights flickering
Where could I be?
And I heard his eerie chuckle
echo in the night
I became full of fright.
Was the voice far away
or was it near?
Then he spoke...

Lost are we my dear?

Appearing from the dim yellow glow
a man dressed in violet
greeted me with his grin
and a hello.

Faces...faces
I have many faces
I am the Happy Mask Salesman,
travelling from far away places

There a mountain of a bag
on his frail skinny back
Indeed it contained faces
Indeed he was a seller of masks
Why do you sell these sir?
I had to ask
to push away fear
with my curiosity

He laughed lightly,
perfect teeth reflecting.

Oh my dear,
it's quite fascinating you see!
Wear a mask,
and you can be who you want to be!

Now I wanted to know more
The devil has intrigued me.

If I don't like what I see,
I don't have to be me?

*That's right.