When my friend...

And it doesnt seem to matter,
So many things,
So hard are times.

When no one even listens,
To the verdict,
Of our crimes...

And as virtue falls away.
No compassion left in the heart of man.
All I have to say...
This is my confession,
My confession.

Not realizing the conformity,
The things we all ignore,
But yet we all see.
The masks you hide behind...
They do nothin, but help remind,
You of what you once were,
But will never be again.

Never be again.
No you will never be that way again.

Does is feel odd?
Having lost your identity.
To the masses,
Of the loveless classes...

And as virtue falls away.
No compassion left in the heart of man.
All I have to say...
This is my confession,
My confession.

Is it so hard to see my friend,
You've left it all behind you.
When will it end?
This needless urge to fit right in.
Why, oh why my...friend...

Please let me know..
When you shall let your mask slip away.
Crash away...
So I can see your face...