Each bullet is a piece of my soul
Each shot is a piece of me
Which is the lie?
The mask, or my face?
Behind every mask is another mask
Only to the audience do I show my true face
You will be poetry
You will be beautiful
Beauty is pain
Art is worth the pain
Art is worth the pain
Which is the lie?
(The mask, or my face?)
Behind every mask is another mask
Only to the audience do I show my true face
You will be poetry
You will be beautiful
Beauty is pain
Art is worth the pain
(Face the crowd, and bleed for them)
I swear each performance is the last, but I lie every time