Zaraza
Maskwearer
This mask, it has been on for so long
No one remembers what was once there before

Whoever looks finds little at all
Just charred remains of a charred soul

There's nobody, nobody here no more
Nothing, nothing here no more
Just echoes bouncing off the walls
Just whispers where laughter once used to roar

Like a vacuum, like a drain with no end
Imperfectly pure, with no message to send
Like a vacuum, like a drain with no end
Perfectly broken, with little that could be mend
Perfectly broken, with little that could be mend

Like a scalpel, that removes a cancer with ease
But this was no cancer, this was someone who breathed
Like a scalpel, remover of infection that spread
But without that infection everything else has just ceased

Everything has just ceased
Everything, everything has just ceased
A perfectly hollow shell
A truly perfect abyss

Everything that is gone
I presume it is missed
A perfectly hollow shell
A truly perfect abyss

A truly perfect abyss
A truly perfect abyss

This mask, this mask
This mask that is worn
Obscuring the bellowing fire below

This mask, this mask
This mask that is worn
Obscuring the abyss
Where nothing can be reborn

All masks on deck
All masks on deck
Let us unleash
Whatever little we have left

All masks on deck
All masks on deck
Let us unleash
Whatever little we have left

Scrape off that mask
Grab what is left
Roar back at the abyss
We are not quite dead yet