i'm unmasked in- here;
a place that nobody can reach.
there ain't no tunnel to a gateway of light,
no sound, no yell, no screech.
there ain't no graveyards barren,
with yawning graves of the dead.
i'm unmasked in- here;
just a powder-room in my head.
there ain't no feeling in- here.
its a coarse emptiness that deafens.
there are no tears, no sadness,
no laughter or joy or even a din.
there ain't no morrow after a night.
no new thorns upon my bed.
there ain't no feeling in here;
just a powder- room in my head.
i'm naked and shriveled.
weathered by the winds of time.
i'm broken and a sinner.
i'm petty, with nothing of mine.
there ain't no new facades for me.
some deserted thoughts, instead.
there ain't no element, ain't no fire.
just a powder- room in my head...
