What mask you may ask?
Why, the one in place upon your face.
Every part of your troubled past
You wear hard and fast
In that steadfast mask
And if this were not worse,
You may wear many like a curse.
One on top of the other
Until your identity they do smother.
You want a cure?
Make your identity pure!
When in the presence of another
Don't go undercover.
Just Be...
- Randy McAllister
Every part of your troubled past
You wear hard and fast
In that steadfast mask
And if this were not worse,
You may wear many like a curse.
One on top of the other
Until your identity they do smother.
You want a cure?
Make your identity pure!
When in the presence of another
Don't go undercover.
Just Be...
- Randy McAllister
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