In times of troubles and insanity, I wore a mask of disguise.
The pain in my heart, I carry, has always been secured behind my eyes.
I never let that turn out again, the sadness I always hide.
To go hell with the dignity, to go hell with pride.
From the day today, and forever more,
I am mounting this mask, that will stay for sure.
Not going to reach out, when I am feeling weak,
No solace I will ever seek.
When you look for random answers, when you often say your prayers,
You will see this mask, not a single pain in my eyes that I bare.