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They say, “I’m fine.”
Hollow—display.
What’s “good” just hides
old wounds away.
A glass-cut smile,
a bleeding sheen—
behind the glitter,
a rusted machine.
Small smiles speak,
low—SOS.
A muffled signal
no one detects.
Bodies in step,
hungry for praise—
the need to belong
erases their trace.
Lights—go dark.
Masks—grind shut.
Pulse—runs hot.
Truth—drums up.
MASKS WILL SHAT-TER (hey!) IN LONE-LI-NESS (hey!)
The TRUTH will HAUNT this beat-ing CHEST.
In-SIDE my mind the SCREAM won’t rest—
FAKED JOY IS ONLY… ILLUSION! (hey! hey!)
In pitch-black halls I hunt replies,
questions ricochet, multiply.
Break every shackle, breach the maze—
pain stays silent, lost in haze.
A scar-carved sound
etched in the soul;
a low note drones,
the shadows patrol.
Step after step,
the void keeps time;
I walk alone—
the night crowns mine.
MASKS WILL SHAT-TER (hey!) IN LONE-LI-NESS (hey!)
The TRUTH will HAUNT this wea-ry CHEST.
In-SIDE my mind the SCREAM demands—
FAKED JOY IS ONLY… ILLUSION!
Oh—oh—oh, tear down the shroud,
Ah—ah—ah, defy the crowd.
If pain keeps hiding, I’ll roar out loud:
False joy—NO! (stop)