The Mask

Everyone break their clothes against the war
But everyday they fight for nothing but the media score
Maybe resurrection is the key
To get a chance to born like a better being

Tell me my liar, is it a good price for going so far?

There are too many braindeads around
All the crappy stuff that somebody want to sell
It seems that morphine minded is taking every breath
With nothing but his friend

Lying, starring, a sucky life every night

WE ARE, WE ARE THE WRITINGS ON THE WALL
WE STAY AGAINST THE MASK
WE ARE, WE ARE THE PROPHETS OF NO LAND
WE STAY AGAINST THE MASK

See the stars falling from their sky
See the stars falling around their lies

WE ARE, WE ARE THE WRITINGS ON THE WALL
WE STAY AGAINST THE MASK
WE ARE, WE ARE THE PROPHETS OF NO LAND
WE STAY AGAINST THE MASK

WE STAY AGAINST THE MASK