here in the masquerade,
plastic faces on parade.
truth refracted by our lies.
masks revealing what we hide.
beneath the mask, a painted face -
there is no truth that's not erased.
we are what we pretend to be -
flaunting our complexities.
we cannot undo the mess we're in;
our costumes now our second skin.
we choose carefully our facades;
we pay the price to act like gods.
