Paint the cracks with silver light
Hide the rust beneath the grin
Every mirror learns the secret
What you bury grows within
I weld my skin to armor plates
But the metal screams
Smiles like smoke, I gasp for air
Curling over hidden flames
A cathedral, hollow stone
Choirs of echoes, prayers of bone
Every gesture a staged charade
Every silence a debt unpaid
Tear the canvas from my face
The portrait burns, frame erased
Ashes spill from the grin I wear
Truth is a fire, it leaves me bare
I drown the noise, shattered glass
Bottles whisper, fists collapse
Secrets rot like teeth in chains
I rinse my soul, but the rust remains
The lamb I stole still haunts my bed
Phantoms howl where I’ve been fed
Every night the mask decays
By day I nail it back in place
Tear the canvas from my face
The portrait burns, frame erased
Ashes spill from this grin I wear
Truth is a fire, it leaves me bare
When the mask dissolves, what remains of me
When the mirror cracks, will the eyes still see