Songtexte Losing Face - Carboy

Faces faces faces faces
You came to me and asked to trade something that's not a thing we made
Just things that we have added to that make us look like me and you
So like a sport I go ahead I'm lying on a roller bed
My eyes are closed I open wide the surgeons knife will start to slide
Along a line that's heaven sketch and when he's done I am a wretch

Faces faces in the mirror
Faces faces at the door
Faces faces getting nearer
Faces faces no no more

I wear a mask that ain't my style the eyes are close forget the smile
The one I was accustomed to is stuck on the remains of you
Now I must learn to do the most with a shattered image in a haunted ghost
And now I know the truth does lie in what you have not what you buy
The hair cannot conceal disgrace the classic case of losing face

Faces faces in the mirror
Faces faces at the door
Faces faces getting nearer
Faces faces no no more
Faces faces in the mirror
Faces faces at the door
Faces faces getting nearer
Faces faces no no more
Faces faces go away go away
Faces faces faces no no more