Fasting of the Mask (The Naked Face)

March Winter isn’t leaving It’s sulking Everyone’s wearing open jackets Optimism is a weather strategy I’m fasting now Not from sugar From technique No more hints Cut the thread No more sparks Starve the red No soft trap in a sideways glance No fake mercy, no second chance Lipstick down in the bathroom drawer Let the face go out to war Pale mouth, unsponsored skin No bright exit for the sin Fasting of the mask Stripping down the task No more bait No soft focus No fate Fasting of the mask Feel the social draft The hunger stays The shine is gone Same old nerve Just less put on Ethan asks, “You doing fine?” Bad choice! Truth comes out in a borrowed voice “Not that well, but I get through.” Sounds like something strangers do Mia drops her cards nearby I stay still and let them lie Not from malice More like proof Can I act without a roof? Fasting of the mask Stripping down the task No more bait No soft focus No fate Fasting of the mask Feel the social draft The hunger stays The shine is gone Same old nerve Just less put on Metal taste? Blood in mouth! Better girl? Headed south! Father says: “You have to show You mean it now.” I don’t know Church dream Borrowed voices spill I open up and they speak my skill Fasting of the mask A sacramental task No more gloss Still the same cross I’m not good I’m underfed A naked mouth where signal bled A holy version of my sin Less decoration Same within Abstinence isn’t grace It’s just a face Without its lighting Mask – Fast – Mask The full story to this album is here, free to download: https://tinyurl.com/222a28ct