The Mask

The mask that can't see Looks up and stares at me And as I look back in to its eyes I know it can see past my lies I grab it and throw it away I don't want to deal with it to day But when I try to go out the door I run and pick it off the floor Because in this world I need it to fit I would be an outcast without it I use it to trap part of my soul But I know I can never be whole Then I feel my blue flamed hate I will not let this thing control my fate Then I look at this thing of true sin I can feel it fall apart from with in The iron rim begins to rust The glass face turns to dust The weight is lifted off me And now I am truly feel free