Masked Men Crumble

If only death could see me
Behind my masked identity
I wouldn't be standing in the cold wet rain
Despite the way you look at me
Staring at my face of misery
Its painted clearly like a picture in the frame
My heart is full of history
These books you carry are empty
You carry the plague of death with every breath
And even when you lost me
Drowned in sorrow and uncertainty
I’ll be back to dig out you grave again

Times are getting dark these days
Masks are covering our face
We walk into the stream
And then we swim away
We never lift our masks today
Since our past tragedy
We like to hide our true selves
So we can be safe again
When we stand so tall
Alone we are such a few
And now with out our masks
We crumble into dust
We need to cover our face
So we aren't such a disgrace
All the stuff that we do
Is a dishonor to you

When will you next see me?
Without my masked identity
Will I still be standing in the cold wet rain?
Years from now you’ll haunt me
With your ghost so dam ugly
I’ll be waiting for you to quit the game
Your sucking the life right from me
Every time you talk on to me
Your taking my pride away with shame
I know that I am deadly
But do I deserve this company
Unwanted, and buried in my head always