In the age of the Great Deception
The mask worn, grins and lies
Holds pain where it cuts deep
Hidden thoughts, deceptive eyes
And we sing
Though the tortured souls
Still scream for mercy
I can see you
I can see you, now
Maybe there is no true self
Just a barren, hollow core
I see the dead underneath sometimes
And I fucking shake
So we sing
Though the day is vile
And the road is filled with war
I can see you
I can see you
The hidden man demonic he may be
The hidden man tells darker truth
All the mocking laughter
And the threats within
Make him lethal
The mask of sanity, begins to slip away
I can see you
I can see you, now
I can see you
Here I come