Trust is a mask not worn lightly
Take it off and we’ll sit idly through the days
Faith is not born within us
But eyes can learn to see honesty
Fade with me; we’ll wade through this haze
Dance with me through these hellish days
Stare my victim down
Faces from within
Strike my victim down
Face to face, a dark presence from the past
Thought, a brand upon our soul
Memory, heartbreaking bonds

 
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