Hey mask,
Dangling from the wall
What’s your deal?
Why do you look so grim?

I know you see everything
Yet you are as blind a rock
Lifeless
If only you could speak.

You don’t need paper cut eyes
Because you choose to keep them closed
Oh,
If only you could speak.

Tell me mask,
How did you get those scars of symmetry?
I know the kings did not gives those to you
And you are nothing but a servant for the poor,
So Mask tell me.
How did you get those scars of symmetry?

Could you not help yourself?
Tell me mask,
What’s your deal?

Why do you look so grim?