We each wear masks of silver and gold
Bejeweled in every way
We hide behind our beautiful masks
Never coming out to play

With every passing daily task
Our masks take some wear and tear
They split and break and then we ask
How we ever got to here

Throw away your guise
Show your real front to the world
Regardless of the surprise
Surely that you feel

We cherish our beautiful masks
Holding them on pedestals high
I beg of you begin to ask
Ask yourself why

Cracks and blemishes upon the surface
Lead to deep ravines
A broken device without a purpose
A world between the lines

Join the way of truth
Of days where freedom reigns high
Sure it seems uncouth
But would you rather die?