Chorus:
And it all falls apart
All falls down…

Tribe One:
It was all going really well nobody asked and i didn’t tell
I’m just content to continue ringing the mission bell
never given anyone a glimpse into my hidden self
No me llamo, onamae wa or je m'appelle
Except for the fact there were cracks in my little shell
Which contradicted the fiction i’d written didn’t gel
Within the limits of my skin it’s like a prison cell
And every minute is a living hell
How much longer do I have to play this act of masquerade
I feel my passion fade to black with every passing day
I feel so trapped I can’t imagine that i never had to stay
But now the mask won’t come unfastened without having to decapitate
Wait, maybe it’s only a fleeting moment of weakness
Cuz the ground beneath my feet is so seething i’m getting seasick
When I can lie to myself it makes it easy to believe it
But suddenly i’m not so keen to keep my little secret anymore

Mikal kHill:
This is how it starts.
The buildup crushing on the broken parts.
Spoken steel on steel feel the heat throwing open sparks
Broken hearts, chipped enamel wrapped in cellophane
Paragraphs and laughter chisel chapter crass and so profane
It’s all the same. At least it feels that way, really.
Who’s to blame? my mind is maimed i’m barely feeling feelings.
Stuck up to the ceiling. Observing cracks in all the paint.
Realizing wasn’t who i was it’s really more of who I ain’t.
I’m in a grave. Trying to claw my way up in the pouring rain
The water rising faster now i know that it’s too late to change.
I’m thinking dang. If I could go back and change some things
I probably just try to make it hurt more when i walk away
A broken cage. Expression you can never gauge.
already left the stage before the lights and clapping fades.
Self made. For whatever that is worth.
Attained my goals and all you got’s your fuckin feelings hurt.