Paper faces painted freshly for display
Paper faces worn by age that fit so welcomely
Paper faces that let us get close but keep us at a safe distance from others
Paper faces that keep us as who we are
Paper faces of colors that define our character in this joyful masquerade
Paper faces by which we have learned to live by, to judge by, to kill and to die by
Paper faces that even if you can ever get your fingers under its surface and rip it away

It has been engrained into us, making us two dimensional, we are our paper faces
Flat, Xeroxed copyrighted forms of fake humanity which only seem realistic

Our Paper faces painted freshly for display
Our Paper faces worn by age that fit uncomfortably
Our Paper faces that let us get close, but keep us distant from others
Our Paper faces that we us as we are
Our paper faces of colors that define our character in this never-ending masquerade
Our Paper faces by which we learned by, lived by, judged by, killed and died by
Our Paper faces that you can never remove no matter how deep you dig your fingers