Who are you?
Who am I?
Does anyone really know?
Who are you to tell me what I should say or what I should show?
Physically, I do not lift something from one place to another
Everyone carries a weight that is unknown to others
Carrying our own masks because we all have something to hide
Carrying a mask, does it make me cliche?
Are we made to be emotionless
With a made in China label
Our skin is temporary and saturated with deceit
Can anyone tell what is fake and what is real?
I want to be more than the plastic doll the media advertises
Futuristic robots in human flesh now taking part in present day
All of these little toy soldiers carrying little toy guns
Who would’ve thought that I would become one?
You think Salem would've taught us, but we're still burning the innocent
Replace my mahogany eyes with bright emerald stones; this will be part of the purity process
You should know that my old eyes are about as useful as rocks
There are no brown diamonds.
There’s nothing left but me carrying the scars you can’t see
I put on masks to find a sense of belonging
One hand straightens the perfect mask
There are so many that I can't find my own face.
It's all the same story copy and paste, but now it's only with a different face
Self identity should be self explanatory, but the world isn't what we think
Carrying a mask is a lot of weight