A simple mask we can wear with each other,
A basic tale, we’ll share our struggle.
But our stories, they’re each other,
and we’ll share them in a whisper
And we taste it, but our eyes lack the vision
…to confront them.
Our truest welcome
came at our exit;
And the fist that were waving,
Became the hands that needed…
They’ll drop right down to the lowest.
They float on top of suspicion.
Distraction, that is their mission.
And we taste it, but our eyes lack the vision
…so we tell them in a whisper.