tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563712839276654323.post5317562103676810615..comments2023-09-08T08:29:10.247-06:00Comments on Mi Vida Sin Expectativas: perdida en el tiempoAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10701570231149075584noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563712839276654323.post-15717004175640687262010-03-24T09:25:52.683-06:002010-03-24T09:25:52.683-06:00Burning masks
I look around to the crowd of masks
...Burning masks<br />I look around to the crowd of masks<br />I hold mine to my face and wonder<br />Wonder why I am wearing it<br />And as I look again it cracks<br /><br />The mask crumbles in my hand<br />Then I proceed to crush it<br />My foot disolves my sin<br />My lies die along with it<br /><br />My voice raises to the heavens<br />The army of masks looks my way<br />I salute them with middle fingers<br />And a crecendo of fakery reaches me<br /><br />My ears echo with the lies I´ve told<br />I said what was proper, what was expected<br />Well now I say what I want to, where I want to<br />The army of masks can shove their fake words<br /><br />Their complaints fall of deaf ears<br />Their masks are met with my precious spit<br />I walk through the army not loosing a step<br />I walk out the room as I change<br /><br />The clothes of society left behind<br />Replaced by the clothes of my soul<br />My hair goes from clean cut to wild<br />I go from shakled to free forever<br /><br />I turn around and salute them once again<br />I take an zealous and curtious bow<br />And I turn around walking out forever<br />Leaving the mask behind me to be forgotten<br /><br />Then I turn around once again,<br />A bottle of everclear in my hand<br />I throw it in the room watching it break<br />I light a smoke and throw the match down<br /><br />The room lights ablaze viciously<br />The masks, the army, all burns to ash<br />I watch the celebration of my freedom<br />As I avenge what was done to me<br /><br />I smile an absolutely true smile, the one I had never smiled<br />As I attone for my sins, as I erase my fake past<br />The carnival of flames reaches its peak with a bang<br />As I watch burning masks and revel in their true screamAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com