Faces

Being true
Is about as easy as denying you

You and I avoid the signs
Never knowing why we choose to stay alive
Thinking of ways to smile without the lie

I’m searching for
What’s left of the faith inside to find a way
Back to when everybody was happy
I’m reaching into me
To the places I kept trapped in the dark
Clawing at the lock
Trying to find a way to unchain me

What occurs behind closed doors, locked and secure
Define the crude and impune

I’m not alone when I’m alone
Many kill the time like you and I
Thinking of ways to smile without the lie

I’m searching for
What’s left of the faith inside to find a way
Back to when everybody was happy
I’m reaching into me
To the places I kept trapped in the dark
Clawing at the lock
Trying to find a way to unchain me

In our perpetual psychosis we find
Faces of all kinds
Beneath their grimace they all scream for a savior
To leave their woes behind

In our perpetual psychosis we find
Faces of all kinds
Beneath their grimace they all scream for a savior
To leave their woes behind

In our maniacal infinity we find
Faces of all kinds
Beneath their grimace they all scream for a savior
To leave their woes behind