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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