The masquerade is growing,
And my fate is unknowing.
**** the masses,
What else is unfolding?
Things are looking grim.
And all I see are sins.
So how do I get out of this web of lies?
They bury the evidence and they even keep me in their disguise.
They never cease to break me down and bury the truth.
I just want to get up and out but things are so misconstrued.
I have no hope to continue on this bleak path.
Will I ever find any sort of happiness with the potential to last?
I have nothing left in this lifeless body that I carry around.
If only I could find a change of pace, as I try to find a happier sound.