Lyrics
Bound to wear a mask, Covering my own face. Shadows in my heart, Echoes I can’t erase. This is my mask, Born of fear. Where does it begin? Where does it end? Am I the mask, Or am I the hand? This is my mask, Crafted with care. If this mask must stay, Let it be mine alone. Crafted by my hand, Born of a truth my own. This is my mask, Worn with pride. I shape my mask with care, From clay of my own will. In my craft, I find peace, A quietude in my soul. This is my mask, Born of fear. This is my mask, Crafted with care. This is my mask, Worn with pride.