Social Survival

Written by: Ian Petch

A world of burning purpose
A life of freezing rain
Safe within our shadow
And dead within its game

A ghost that buries fortune
A corpse that digs for gold
Between this endless cycle
There’s nothing to behold

A thousand different faces
A faceless child stares
Each a mask I’ve crafted
From everything I’ve heard

The screaming of your nightmares
The whisper of your dreams
Strangers in the distance
I know what crawls beneath

A million different people
A faceless child cries
An infinite collection
Of souls for my disguise

Welcome to survival
This social masquerade
Our stolen features dancing
To the death within this game