MASK BEHIND THE MASK
Ever my dream is terror I see
Red carpet of cadaver of cowardly glee
As I walk through this grave of innosence
the silence curdles a vein of defiance
Now I stand in the midst of ruins
a never ending collage of hatred brewen
The harder I try to walk on my feet
The lurking demon his influential sweep
My future I surrender to the art of satan
My carcass rendered to this never ending baton
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