The grieving widow's pose, she stands with head held high Never to re-marry, never gonna' try 'Cause that would end the symphony of sadness that we play And the songs of wanderlust that she commiserates So she takes another shot of crown in hopes to ease the pain In hopes to ease the void inside, yet somehow it's in vain 'Cause vanity has come along and filled her perfume vial And every day she dabs a little on her neck and smiles
Behind a mask (so we hide, so we hide) Behind a mask (so we hide, so we hide) Open your eyes, let us see the void inside Open your eyes, let us see
The old man sits alone staring at the screen And contemplates the failures, done to his family 'Cause depression's bottles come along and filled his whiskey glass With every sip put to his lips, erases all the past So he tells another little lie and tells another tale In hopes to spare the family and hide his private hell But the more the words come out of him like little cuts and scabs Tearing at the tender hearts who gaze upon a mask
Behind a mask (so we hide, so we hide) Behind a mask (so we hide, so we hide) Open your eyes, let us see the void inside
She puts her feet in well-worn shoes Walks toward the past Of the character Behind the mask
Slowly climb out of your shell Start to believe Every now and then those demons Will come to feast On your flesh and bones
Behind a mask (so we hide, so we hide) Behind a mask (so we hide, so we hide) Open your eyes, let us see the void inside Open your eyes, let us see
Compositores: Robert Conrad Flynn (Robb Flynn), Philip John Demmel (Phil Demmel) ECAD: Obra #17753969