Behind the mask, your face lies hidden,
A face scarred by the many horrid years,
Gasping for air from your broken existence
Dancing, place to place, living in fear,
A phantom, a empty shell made of lies and scars,
Nightmares seep in through the cracks of the floor,
The mist settles in outside of your little villa,
A haunted past returning to settle the score
The only way out of your lie is through lies,
The only way to escape is to hide behind the mask,
The debt collectors of faith, coming for what is theirs,
Memories not forgotten, hunters fufilling their task
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