Problem: the suns too bright; solution, blot it out
Rotten core ignites the pollution god forgot about
Fire and brimstone, the nightcrawlers secret
Songs about nothing, still waters are the deepest
I mean it when I say it, that's the reason that I say it
Dracula backwards, symphonically I slay it
Phonically amaze kids, can't be honestly phased it's
Sonically based, ironically erase bliss
Replace it with knowledge, only the stupor makes em smile
I ain't smiled in a while, happiness is not my style
I time away the while, while away the time
Lay face down on the floor and pretend that I'm fine
Blood says I'm next in line, skin says not to be so foolish
Mouth says do whatever, just make sure that it's ghoulish
Heart stays silent, or do we just not listen?
A silver lining, nah, rain just tends to glisten

Mask made of stone
Blades carved from bone
It's with purpose that we roam
Through this place all alone
Evolution demands
What fate condones
Wear the mask to distract
We have no faces of our own

If you can't blot it out - well then I guess you'd better join it
I don't do this for enjoyment, know that pride is high annoyance
I find that light avoidance is a band aid not a suture
I just might destroy it, and by it I mean the future
If you love it set it free, if you hate it make it dust
We know what to do with lust, but not so much with trust
A mask is a facade is a feint is a ruse
What we lack is a choice when it comes to win or lose
We're all here to play a role, but that role's not predetermined
Thus if I ever burn it's my own hand I'm burned with
Concerned with this world and the axis it turns on
It's my job to see that the wick doesn't burn wrong
The sun's rays only make my blood blaze
I wish I'd never been born some days
And some days I wish you'd never been born either
Still other days I realize that people are good theater

Mask made of stone
Blades carved from bone
It's with purpose that we roam
Through this place all alone
Evolution demands
What fate condones
We wear the mask to distract
We have no faces of our own

Hid our complexions with rock, perfected the plot
Neglected their gods and infected the lot
I might thirst for blood but that don't mean I gotta have it
I'm a god and you're a maggot, you're a drake and I'm a dragon
We fight fine in the night time but you might find
A bright shine leaves us grasping for a lifeline
The statures of statues, existence is art
Resist this small fact and we'll rip you apart
Necessity - the mother of invention
Incessantly - converting men into henchmen
Obsessively - and then we shift our attention
Progressively towards the escape of this dimension
Actions pave roads, intentions form foundations
Smirks are just smiles with an underlying statement
Y'all can stay complacent, I'll be nowhere adjacent
Experimenting in the shadows of the basement