My mask is slowly crumbling
To the faint philosophy of your dreams
I cry with pain but hide my tears with a smile
My soul bleeds ever so faintly with no sign of weakness
I weaken by the day, die by the night
I try to confess my sins but in the end it all falls away
A gloomily fate rests in my palms with the knife in my heart
As my life comes my mask will shred but hold with love
But my mask can't hide my life anymore.