The sun rises and birds sing sweet
It is a monotonous melancholy of deceit
Blinded by tribulations, intoxicated with stress
We portray a beautiful lie and hide mountains that depress
A new day dawns
Place the mask upon your face, it is time to conform
Creator of heaven and earth, do you hear my cries and await my spiritual rebirth?
My soul drowns in a sea of dread and disease
I strive for grace and wish to please
Move me from grace to grace
Shelter me from those wanting to slow down my pace
Oh flesh of my flesh and bones of my bones
My ancestor’s, those whom have condemned me to the unknown
Seeking knowledge of evil and good
It is Adam and Eve that we owe our impaired souls to
Dust to dust so our bodies will rot
Striving for acceptance embracing the plot
Needle to thread, so the master begins he’s repair
Sewn together with love and grace, falling apart with hatred and rigor
One stitch another tear so the circle of life goes on
Is it really through necessity that we must conform?
Change the pace, pick up your grace, remove the mask, expose your true face