I am protected by a mask of lies,
A shield of perfectly woven lines,
The words I speak are never true,
Creating a haze I can't see through.

A wave of bitter cold draws near,
Washing all hope into one great fear,
Fear that love will be ripped away,
And that there will be no "other day"

My hand is shaking, I cannot think straight,
This madness consumes me, I know it's too late,
For the time of judgement is already here,
The bright light grows darker, no sound to hear.

I am protected by a mask of lies,
A shield of perfectly woven lines,
My life is destroyed in the heat of war,
Why do I always think I need more?!

 
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