Rushing and running through a busy day
Good will and laughter thoughout the way
Everyone loves her bright charming smile
how she fiercely keeps it strong all the while
All day far away from her humble abode
Not till the dead of night she returns to a room so cold
Its not the busy day that keeps her from this room
None know she's running from a four by four tomb
The keys rattle as she trembles, placing them in the lock
Bracing herself as she musters up all her courage in stock
Fatigue suddenly overcomes her body while
she removes the mask engraved with the smile
She tosses it on the floor with all the others
Till the next day she'll use one of its brothers
She sits in solitude, in darkness, waiting for them
Having memorized the routine in this forgotten asylum
Help her help her, her pride all vanished
The demons attack, they'll never be banished
They scratch and claw on her very soul
She didnt know why she paid such a toll
They beat her, break her as they feed off her will
They never slow down, even long after having their fill
Left limp on the floor numb and alone
Nothing ever changes as if written in stone
All she can do now is feel the phantom anchor
Of parts of her slipping every night in this mannor
She stares at her veils spread across the floor
A heavy weight on her chest dragging her down all the more
You'ld think she attends every mascarade ball
With all these visages she's left riddling the hall
