Mask

I was just playing my part Don't blame it on me Sentient playbill for the arts I hated that part You made this mask fit so well But my face has grown My bones have shifted Reaching out like branches Calling on you to listen You made this mask fit so well I'm not participating in the fittings anymore Just want to bare what's under there What's been unfair You wouldn't have liked the truth Even delivered with a bow I attach my arrow Strung with sorrow Shot toward Heaven Falling hard below Like your angel Your hubris echoes Does the truth, baby, when that veil slips to the floor? Are you still the way you were before? Will you watch me shed this Or turn away when I am growing? I'm no longer held by thorns Took your hands off my throat My throat You wouldn't have liked the truth Even delivered with a bow I attach my arrow Strung with sorrow Shot toward Heaven Falling hard below Like your angel Your hubris echoes