I watch the world turn; it turns to night-- My masks wear burns; I scorn the fight-- Night bleeds and away it dies. Then day's reborn with a rebuilt disguise.
I watch the skies go red through dreary eyes, My flesh feels fake from all the lies. Dusk creeps in and peels to truth, And I take to the night with jagged tooth.
There's little left to pray or beg for, Not when your face is not your own. There's little hope when you're their *****, Not when your skin's gone cold as stone.
I watch the clouds burn in crimson skies; My real self trembles behind my eyes. I'm left as less a man, though more a god; One who, though so perfect, is so flawed.