An American Masquerade

We cover our eyes with our faith & our dreams

We put on the gowns of our identity

We await our turn to make an entrance down the spiral staircase

We march around in our affectation

We pretend to know who we are

We pretend to know who you are

We don't want to see the wrinkles of your life

So then you can't see ours

We would rather pretend to know

Why can't we ripe off the masks?

Let others see our bloodshot eyes

Let them see our running mascara

So we can see theirs

Why can't we rip off the gowns?

Let ourselves be what we are

Let others be who they are

Oh, what I would do to destroy this American masquerade