charade
wrote this as a kid
Who we are, who we are
slaves of lust for eternity
We long for exsistance to be known
this turning us into mindless drown
We ware a mask to hide our face
All in hopes that we will; find our place
Who we are and what we think
casts us into a wor of dream
so take the mask of false charade
break the chains of what most others think
and finally be free