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Mask of Skin


Mask of skin

There’s never a louder scream then those without sound

A rebellion against the tyrants that control the forces of this nation

Let me break free of this social class that has me bound

For I can see the freedom that hides in the clouds

A place where these tyrants lose all control

And where technology cannot corrupt all of our souls

In this life that I have lived I have not once felt that pain and love can truly co-exist

Being medicated for a simple thought inside my head and stuck here

Till my last breath

My body trembles with caged screams

This world changes us into something we are not

Recognizable on the outside

But under that mask of skin our original spirits no longer live

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