A blank page
No fears or pain
A blank space
Takes place of a mind
A man with no face
What can he signify?
A blank expression
With no mission
What are these men?
What are these vessels?
Why pretend?
When you're made of blood and metal
This is life
It's not a game
You wear your own face
Or you wear a mask of lies
I said it's not a game
For you to make this waste
Neither sane nor insane
A thoughtless man with no face and with no faith
Rules are lies
To be defied
Fuck the normal
Fuck their lies
Devils are mormons
In this land of disguise
Devastating lies
Under stainless skies
Never-changing minds
Pulled with the tides
Apocalyptic lies
Will tear your skies
You pay for the cage and in it you lie
You bear strangers the key and so you will die
The man with no face
Losing track of days
Works to eat his own flesh
While having innate skills to get through this test
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