A mask
Burning red, and there's a mask
Cold porcelain
Lines in black
Lines in the sand
And a mask
That has no mouth
No eyes, no soul
I cannot say
Not dare to say
Just to try
To make
What you made of me
Wich places i've been
Just to get rid of you
Still
I see a mask
Underneath the bed
In the sheets
And the shameful acts of dispassionated sex
Like laughing
But soundless
The motions of our lives
Frozen
Broken apart
The silk and the wine
Moments
Everything is just a piece
And that empty, oh so empty mask.
