The Mask

Neal Morse

Compositor: Bill Hubauer / Eric Gillette / Mike Portnoy / Neal Morse / Randy George

I have come a long way
I’ve met many a friend
Who gave to me their hearts, their bread and their wine
Into the lower lands
Down to the depths of self I have come
To discover what’s lying behind
The mask
My mask

It might tear me apart
If I see what’s inside my heart
My heart

The ground is so dank
The air is sour in the valley of humiliation
I can see him now
Coming for me, there will be no negotiation
It’s here
He’s here

Man, he’s ugly as sin
Slimy scales are his precious pride

Should I go back in retreat?
Or do I confront the beast?
If I turn and run, he’ll get my gun
Better stand and face Apollyon