Peasant Hands - Hall of Masks

Lost in a world that
Had left us behind the light
To watch you
In the place you hide
Alone
In a hall of masks
Ancestors why'd you leave us
Just to rot in this place
Lose control in the way we hold
The madness you designed
But I seek autonomy
Feel it all around
Condemned to fatigue
So pure God damn
Save us from punishment
On the other side of the dream
The smell of soaked linens
Blood lace takes me in
Convents of fever songs
Feel it all around
Condemned to fatigue
So pure God damn
Lost in a world that
Had left us behind the light
To watch you
In the place you hide
Alone
In a hall of masks
Save us from punishment
On the other side of the dream
The smell of soaked linens
Blood lace takes me in
Convents of fever songs
Feel it all around
Condemned to fatigue
So pure God damn
Lost in a world that
Had left us behind the light
To watch you
In the place you hide
Alone
In a hall of masks
Oh Ancestors why
Were we left to rot in this hell
Fulfilling the role of the
Imposters that were are
Im lost in the way
So lost in the way
The way you can't feel
Fulfilling the role of the
Imposter that I am
I'm lost in the way
So lost in the way
I'm lost in the way
So lost in the way
I'm lost in the way
The ways that you can't feel

Written by:
Joseph Flores

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