Shatter this mask
Discard, discard
Remove the past
Discard, discard
The cold of emotion-void drains
Pulling roots from our brittle hearts
Distance in the too narrow streets
Filled with the flying shards of ice
Each soul in isolation cage
Encased in their empathy’s shell
Long dead are all real sympathies
Eaten away by the cold winds
Shatter this mask
Discard, discard
Remove the past
Discard, discard
The sharp heat of anger rages
Searing all our inner landscapes
The lack of rivers within us
Dries out all our dreams to leave dust
Each attack a forest fire
Rages through the red veins and skin
Chokes the breath with vast inner smoke
A liquid-vapor parasite
Shatter this mask
Discard, discard
Remove the past
Discard, discard
A mind of slow-melting diamonds
Thoughts of control and opulence
Dripping to collect and mildew
To rot away humanity
A mass of nothing of the soul
Full of gold blood but no soul-threads
Chains to retain the stolen lives
Keep the rest from falling to dust
Shatter this mask
Discard, discard
Remove the past
Discard, discard
Heed the song and not the static
Flee the death, lies and temptation
Live unlike the many others
Take in breaths of true clarity
Fill a spirit with inate truths
Release a soul with compasssion
Leave behind the broken cocoon
Live to love and be nothing else