Black Mass from Dayhiker by Young Hunter

Black mass in the capital
The lone gunman put on quite a show
Hear their hearts beating beneath the grassy knoll
Hear the shots ring out from the nose bleed row

Feeling heavy, my ceiling's your floor
Been in this room since the day I was born
They don't make boxes for the shapes I'm gonna make
I got a feeling tonight like something's gonna break

Hungry ghost, scroll through the feed
Here in lockdown city, you can still get what you need
Some people drink and some people bleed
We were cogs in the wheel before they built the machine

An ancient code called survival mode
They led the free world to a ditch in the road
The visiting team put on quite a show
We know the war is rigged but we're still gonna go

Heavy heavy, I dig through the floor
This is the face I wore before I was born
They don't make boxes for the shape I'm in
I've been losing so long, tonight I'm gonna win

If you want facts just ask the tortured youth
Trade a pound of flesh for an ounce of truth
I feel something heavy, everybody hit the floor
We'll never go back to the way we were before
Silhouette soldier crept in at dawn
Blood on the lawn, blood on the lawn
Guns drawn, my name on their tongue
I'm already gone
Put on another face as I walk into the store
I ain't confused by these endless disguises
I look evil straight into the eye
I ain't confused by these endless disguises
Put on another face as I walk into the store
This is the choice I made before I was born
Put on another face as I walk into the store
This is the face I wore before I was born

Who wears the mask of our unspoken fears?
Those who've gone deaf say they like what they hear
Free from the sound of our unanswered prayers
Who needs a voice when you can cover your ears?

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