Eternal mask you wear, your life cries out to be rescued Self-dignity would tear the role of the wicked But when your idols fall you don’t know nothing at all Repressed under the surface, when the true self forms erupted Non-idealistic servant, is that mastery that you’re striving for? Non-idealistic servant, concept of reality seems to be lost
Concealed potential untapped, draped within a shallow smile True intentions summer in hiding
Underestimated abilities With senses that stand so firm Effective ways to find the vein of gold All the keys you hold into the kingdom forlorn
And with no exceptions for the issued lures Grasping on to the opportunity hooks Less is more and more you can get But the masque forlorn exists when there’s a rise and fall
Prevailing megalomania Voracity brought a total fiasco Rusty stains are made by the magic touch All the gold corrodes when nothing is enough