Wide and grinning lays the Mask
Upon the floor I pick it up off everyday
I slip it on and let everyone see it, an easy task
Allowing them to see just the happy display
Now, this Mask you see, was no ordinary one
But rather one that comes with a price
Of never healing the pain and sorrow felt inside -
An out-of-tune guitar never strung.
However, I choose to ignore the price, for my consanguine relationship
With the Mask is too great
And its too late
To convince me to stop wearing it.
It hides all my consternations, talks through my conversations
For my unholy dissimulation
Still smiling that maddening grin
To hide my true disreputable face and being
To hide the tears that fall from my chilling red eyes
The mask that guides when those tears stop me from seeing
The Mask that hides my hideous being
Is still smiling that same maddening grin
Maddening, like the things that go through my head
Day by day
The incessant, persistant dread
That never leaves and just stays.
The Mask that guards my wilted ears -
That guards me from all your sick sneers -
Because of your perpetual disappointment and screaming
Your insatisfaction of everything that leaves me dreaming -
Of the day you will finally leave me alone
Alone, with my beautiful perfect Mask
Alone, something I\'m used to feeling
Like the cold dark that lays when I\'m sleeping
But yet, even with all of this,
The Mask still smiles that maddening grin
And it smiles, and it smiles
Forever radiating happiness
And helps me pretend that I am too happy for a while
Helps me believe that my mind is not yet shattered
Helps me ignore the dark thing I see
- The dark things I think - Like,
The lightning that strikes the unflinching, unforgiving tree
Starts a whole forest fire and how when the universe of life tires
We will all just drown in our own dust
Or go insane from all the broken trust
But perhaps we will all die
From the burning of all our flaming sins
But yet,
The Mask still smiles that maddening grin
The pallid Mask that conceals, but never heals
That I wear each and everyday, leaves a question to contemplate
How come no one can see through it?
I guess no one bothers to, too caught up in their own lives
They don\'t see through the insidious, temporary nepenthe
That the seraphims frown upon because of their fear, see
All they know is that maddening grin
That they look at like a serpents sea.
Sometime I wonder what\'s the point of living
If all there is to it is pain and loss
Because for a while it may feel like your winning
Until you have to pay the cost
Why must I live amongst this pestulant paradox
Where almost all I love are dead, lives stopped like a clock
Or rather, like a broken clock
Why must everything be broken?
Objects, hearts, trust, time, love, all broken
People\'s souls, taken as tokens
But yet
The Mask still smiles that maddening grin
With no regard for the madness around it, the sin
The lies that lie \'round everything
It doesn\'t see the psychotic nature of the world
The sociopathic boys and girls
Nor the darkness or loneliness that seems to press
When all I need is to be at rest
Or need the insaness inside to go away for a while
The Mask still smiles
That maddening grin