To express yourself truly, under the hood of a mask
Can you hold yourself true, how long will you last?
A despair for the true self, what do you know?
To your left, or your right, which one has the justice tight?
To change or not to has remained a question
Whether it matters or not has left you perplexed
You'll change they say, you'll regret it, they yell
But you've always wondered why is it, the story they sell
Fear of the unknown or the calm of the known
At the best, its in the interests of their own
For you to know, is for you to decide
Buy a few, break a few, they are your dear masks.