What will be found

What stories told

When they dig through our ashes

And rearticulate our bones

Self ordained kings

On vicious thrones

The false face hides what the false heart knows

Our lies

Will carry us back there before we know

We can try

But we can't deny there is darkness inside us all

Artifacts of an age unsmiling and cold

Each of us in our cage while scandals trade for gold

What the false heart knows malice that won't let go

The air-drawn knife is the engine of our souls

Our lies

Will carry us back there before we know

We can try

But we can't deny there is darkness inside us all

Time you cannot see forever

Measuring what we become in between

Shadowed by a setting sun

What will be found

What stories told

When they dig through our ashes

And rearticulate our bones

False Face

False Face

False Face