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.