Breath Trought the Mask
a new age breeding...
will try not to be the same...
..don't have any clue, of anything, anymore...
and I'll try my best laughting,
when I'm burried alive..
but, nevertheless, I'll allways be myself, not just a copy,
of someone else...
'cause I prefer the true scars
than this fakeness shiled, all use
masks.. masks.. everyone has one
and can't stop wearing it
because the blow of live hurts more
when your face is nude, without the lie protection..
I think, and can imagine, life like it should be..
and it isn't the utopic vision where there is no imperfection
is so simple.. so easy, but none can give up for the other..
'cause always will be the ones who want to win in others costs...
and by fearing it.. everyone only cares for them selves...
all these shattered faces, are freaking me out
more and more I try to rip this libel of,
but seems to be neiled deep..
I know, my blood will gush... but I'll end this deceiveness.
masks.. masks.. why this lie comes?
what for hid everything?
I shall suffer my damnation...
..but won't surrender myself again...
and the new age will arise
with the blinded sight of Truth...
the demon's rived eyes...
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