Lyrics Masks - Garrett Smith

The saint or the scholar
The teacher, the father
Should I just let it be?
Should I cage up the martyr
The thief, or not bother?
The traces that I call me
And we think our masks will save us
Think our masks will save us
We think our masks will save us

You took from the service
Just who might deserve this
A like or a different mind
The bootstrap that blisters
My brothers and sisters
In a steep, submissive climb
And we think our masks will save us
Think our masks will save us
We think our masks will save us now

It's irredeemable thruth
When we're in each others' shoes