Of Mask and Box

All tourment have a pic, just a wave on the face

Just a flame in your hand, all over again

You have to go inside the box, never take different shapes

Let yourself under lock, throw away the key

So whip it, Delete me, Preset all your pretty faces.

So call me, lost the night, preset all your pretty faces

What’s hiden behind the smile, the machine spits you out

Like a brand new human, and all over again

I can’t resist anymore, I don’t exist by myself…

Sometimes, I can’t recognize myself

I’m really just a reflection of my faces

Sometimes, I wonder who I really am

I smile, I cry, avoid myself at all costs

And I get laid, I get laid, with all my faces.

Of masks and faces, just a sketch on paper.

Tell me I am alive, all over again.

World is just like it seems, if it born from the noise

You wanted more and more, all over again

So steal it, kneeling me, preset all pretty faces

So call me, get it all…

Sometimes, I can’t recognize myself

I’m really just a reflection of my faces

Sometimes, I wonder who I really am

I smile, I cry, avoid myself at all costs

And I get laid, I get laid, with all my faces.

Sometimes, I can’t recognize myself

I’m really just a reflection of my faces

Sometimes, I wonder who I really am

I smile, I cry, avoid myself at all costs

And I get laid, I get laid, with all my faces.