Mask of Conformity

Porcelain skin and hollow eyes

A polished mirror of the lies

Adjust the straps until they bite

Keeping the truth away from lies

Steps are measured, words are cold

Fitting the shape I've been told to hold

Break the mold and burn the frame

I will not answer to this name

Tear the silk and scrap the skin

Let the real fire begin

Let the real fire begin

They want a statue made of glass

Watching the seconds and shadows pass

No heartbeat under the metal ribs

Just the script and the plastic scripts

I'm pushing out against the seas

Haunted by the ghost of my own dreams

The mask is crumbling to dust now

Crumbling to dust now

I forgot how it felt to breathe

Felt to

But the cold is leaving

I am stepping out

Break the mold and burn the frame

I will not answer to this name

Tear the silk and scrap the skin

Let the real fire begin

Let the real fire begin