[Verse 1]
The mask he wears takes on varies types of abilities
The chameleon effect, he takes on things importantly
He cannot stop thinking of the past and reminiscing
He tries to let the burdens out instead of thinking
Afraid on the stage he has no friends beside him
The goose bumps and the shivering that lies on his skin
The symphony plays loud he has no will to compose
The eyes that expected greatness now look supposed
Carried with regrets because he takes on his own way
Worried of disappearing so he makes sure they pay
His identity doesn’t stop fading, only left with memories
The real him doesn’t understand the whiny pleads
But he is unashamed, he enjoys what he likes
Even with an empty crowd he continues to fight
The battle for his identity, his face is slipping
Fighting against the wind that blows suffering
He has a choice to follow mainstream and go with the flow
But he chooses against it and his face crumbles slow
Time is not on his side, now and not any other day
The presenter named Jazz shakes as he steps on the stage