Mask Maker

Layers of soil turn to stone long ago

And I can't remember when we held each other like brothers

Layers of sand eroded the bone long ago

And I can't remember why we took the child from the mother

Hope is a lie and you bought it

Hook, line, and sinker

We gave you the out but you just dug in deeper

In the pockets of the salesman and the serpent

Swarm upon the cowards, frozen in fear

How I pray for the end

For the end to draw near

The ghosts are crying out for us

Our ancestors names are stained with shame

Who the fuck wrote the laws of man

Man, we should all just burn in the flames

Mask maker fuel the furnace

Take the dying hearts within your hands

Mask maker fill the oceans

With skeletons and blackened sand

Layers of soil turned to stone long ago

And I can't remember when we held each other like brothers

Layers of sand eroded the bone long ago

And I can't remember why we took the child from the mother

I've spent too many nights starving for solace.

Reaching for a hand that was never there

Sinking deeper into the coldest pit

Of self inflicted human despair

The ghosts are crying out for us

Our ancestors names are stained with shame

Who the fuck wrote the laws of man

Man, we should all just burn in the flames

Mask maker fuel the furnace

Take the dying hearts within your hands

Mask maker fill the oceans

With skeletons and blackened sand

I would rather be a corpse than the man I am

Fuck the optimists

I would rather be a corpse than the man I am

Just another dead fucking pessimist