Facade
You’re a God, at least that’s what you tell yourself
An internal archangel and a demon to everyone else
You’re a fraud, ambivalent to the extreme
Inside your circle you feel like you’re living the dream
What’s the cost of anonymity?
A hired gun, the tired one, expendable and untraceable
Unseen, unheard, unknown
Closing chapters, turning pages, turning to stone

This world you thought you created
This world is greater than you or I
Sick of walking on broken glass
Mortal men like me don’t stand half a chance

Would you trade immortality
For a life or normality?
Just a shred of humanity?
Even just walk a mile in my shoes

That’s the sound of the mask slipping
That’s the sound of the shoulders dropping the weight
Closed minded and insecure
What you’re singing of, you ain’t so sure
Would you trade immortality
For a life or normality?
Just a shred of humanity?
Even just walk a mile in my shoes

Who cares for you?
You’re holding a full house, you’re all in
With nobody at the table
Who cares for you?
You’re holding a full house, you’re all in
But you sold them down the river