So, I wrote another song. I haven’t written a song in second person for a while… I think the lyrics turned out really cool. It makes for a pretty good poem. I was trying to be wordy and poetic… perhaps the lyrics don’t make much sense. I thought they were pretty clear, but who am I to say if they’re clear, I’m the one who wrote it.
The song is essentially mourning the fact that everyone wears masks. No one wants to show anyone their true self, but everybody is hurting inside–I think even a lot of people who would call themselves Christians or people who go to church… it’s gotten so bad that even many ministers or people in positions of authority are putting on masks. It really hurts me when I see all the emptiness and faking going on. I can only hope God will give me grace enough to reach people and help them to see.
Free someone else from a black blind oblivion
Is living a lie for their sake just opinion?
If you can help them from hell while you wear a mask
Should you go on if you’re cauterized through the task
Is this a sermon, is this a play?
Am I pretending putting on a parade?
Maybe I’m pointing indirectly to me…
But maybe I’m faking trying to get you to see.
Disillusioned hearts
Are falling apart
Trying to disguise
Endless seas of lies.
Ludicrous lies lapse with time into the truth.
False fantasies fabricated become a proof
Fashioning bright faces belied by paint,
Lines of reality grow fainter than faint
Is this all real or is it a game?
Play your cards perfect to look just the same.
So the masquerade marches with you melted in
The numbness ignored so it’s not felt a sin
Disillusioned hearts
Are falling apart
Trying to disguise
Endless seas of lies
Pageants and plays
Filled with pretty people
Prancing around in their masks
Inside they’re dying and crying and lying
For anything, anything that lasts
Am I pretending, or is this all real?
Am I faking you double with only fear left to feel?
I came, I heard, I posted!
Nice song
Thanks
I just found this blog but can I say that I like it too.
lol, thanks Amy