Mask

The man of shadows thinks in clay

Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation days

He's seen in iron environments

With plastic sweat out of chiseled slits for eyes

From the growth underneath the closed mouth

You'll catch if you listen

Rack-trapped cubist vowels

From a dummy head expression

From a dummy head expression

The transformation is invested

With the mysterious and the shameful

While the thing I am becomes something else

Part character, part sensation

The shadow is cast

The shadow is cast

The shadow is cast

The shadow is cast

The shadow is cast

The shadow is cast

The shadow is cast

The shadow is cast

The shadow is cast

The shadow is cast

The shadow is cast

The shadow is cast