My mind goes numb,
My body aches,
Heart stops its music,
When my devil awakes.

But little can I do,
To free myself from me,
Stabbing my soul to death,
With every breath I take.

Fetters burn round my ankles,
Inking me with eternal mask,
Scarring my soul with sins,
O’h God! My life’s at stake.

What’s happening to me?
Why am I a mess?
I appear cheerful to all I see,
Me from outside but is that me?
For I had a mask draper’s on my soul,
I have a secret, none knows me!

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