Death Mask Lyrics

Between the things I'd never ask

Slipping on our death masks

I told you not to look so uninspired

In the morning we down little flasks

Of kerosene and broken glass

So in the evening, we can set ourselves on fire

Put ourselves to task

Every day could be the last

Of this fantasy

So put yourself to sleep

Invention of attention

Is a dangerous thing to mention

When you've been at the bottom of the food chain

Suspicious of intentions

That seem to lack dimension

Could just be projection of your own shame

And in extension

A sheet of thin protection

For your misery

'cause here you are the freak