Is this mask a stranger or a friend?
In my self imprisonment
For protection I have sent
To cover it up and hide away
So then the shield becomes the sword
And to the victim goes all of the spoils
If I start to lose control
Will the parts become the whole
Will it all collapse and fall away
And so the battle it unfolds
Between the mind, the body and the soul
What is left when all is still
Is the strongest of my wills
And the question of what's real
Where does this skin begin to end?
Is this mask a stranger or a friend?
In my self imprisonment
For protection I have sent
To cover it up and hide away
