One turn of phrase prompting the charm that we know is inside you

This script you recite - quite strong in the role that you deemed to invent and somehow believable

Are you proud of the mask that you wear?

Painted on with the greatest of care

Truth obscured and still make-up to spare - soul veneer.

Under armies of costumes you'll disappear...

'At length truth will out' like your own little phantom held under the stage and captive

Closed fist / open hand - you can rail against it but try as you might you'll never outrun the blow

Pretext goes down with the house

And up come the lights in the room

Now watch from the wings as the grand curtain falls - end career.

Now you've finally shaken this soul veneer...

(fin)

Words and Music by Resonance

©2008