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I am she of a thousand masks
An angel, a demon, a cloak and clown
My heart is hidden in an iron cask
And I am the monster dragging you down

The feral shrieks of primordial rage
Echo in my hollowed eyes
The beasts leap from their common cage
Of fragile restraint, and paint the skies

There's the crazed-eyed Demon Child
Teeth of a wolf, face red, hair wild
Beside her flies the Blank-Faced Ghost
Robotic, and the Demon's host

There's the beloved twins, the Shrink's Pets
One smiling, one frowning, both faking fine
Think she'll see through it? Don't place your bets
One face divided down the line

Above in the storm flies The Witch
Morbidly inclined, a perfect fit
Registering every twitch
To cast her spell, confuse your wit

And look, below stalks Street Face
Laughing, hard-eyed and iron-rimmed
Joking lewdly, crudely she'll trace
A mocking tear before her lights are dimmed


And when I feel like I'm dead
(Now you see it, not you don't)
I think I'll just unscrew my head
(See what hits you? No, you won't)

There was a time I couldn't see
These masks that lie in front of me
There was a time I didn't know
Just how far my hope could go
And now's the time they want to learn
Just how long that I can burn

I don't want to keep on changing
To the faces on my wall
I don't want to keep on changing
Must demons rise and angels fall?

...Or was there? God, I can't recall
The byegone days of revels past
Like a bloodstained, sweet-tongued siren's song
I know now they were too pure to last

I don't want to keep on turning
To these faces before me
I don't want to keep on yearning
For those casks to set me free

When are the masks off, when are they on?
I can't remember my own face
Do I have one anymore
Or have the ghouls taken its place?

What is there left to disguise?

Am I just a mask on my own wall?