The man of shadows thinks in clay
Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation day
He’s seen in iron environments
With plastic sweat out of chiselled slits for eyes
From the growth underneath the closed mouth
You’ll catch if you listen
Rack-trapped cubist vowels
From a dummy head expression
From a dummy head expression
The transformation is invested
With the mysterious and the shameful
While the thing i am becomes something else
Part character part sensation
The shadow is cast
It becomes hard to face
It becomes hard to see the face
The face that sees you without flinching
The face that you put on when you’re all by yourself
I wear a mask, i wear a mask
The mask is intact
You see no cracks on the outside
I’m smooth, expressionless
You can’t read me
Behind the mask i die over and over
I scream from behind the mask
Now the mask is cracking
My truth comes out, my mask falls to the floor
I see the face that i got
I see myself, ugly, so ugly, it’s ugly
The man of shadows thinks in clay
Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation day
He’s seen in iron environments
With plastic sweat out of chiselled slits for eyes
From the growth underneath the closed mouth
You’ll catch if you listen
Rack-trapped cubist vowels
From a dummy head expression
From a dummy head expression
The transformation is invested
With the mysterious and the shameful
While the thing i am becomes something else
Part character part sensation
The shadow is cast
