The Faceless

They wear a mask, but there is nothing to conceal,
They look down on me, they can’t reveal,
Unreal, expressionless, they walk among us,
No soul, but compensation is a must,
Plagued with a sickness, the only cure is death,
It spreads quickly; force it on the rest,
Judging a condescending, they live for one thing,
To enslave the earth, their message rings,
But we are real, we have faces,
No need for a mask, we have been places,
Our hearts heavy, our souls broken,
Our suffering goes deep; it is a drowning pool,
The faceless are shallow, barely anything,
Hiding behind their mask of rules,
We must bind together, to take down the faceless.