• Always a costume, always to impress. Lay your real thoughts to Subconscious anger and regret.

    Don't tell them how you really feel, they'll judge you, after all, Why does the real you matter?

    Can you feel it too? The pain of unexpressed thought? The hatred that cries to one's Base of humanity?

    No longer am I alone in a Dark world, We all feel it. All of it bearing down, causing us to take on different masks, different costumes. Never the same, always changing to meet a new standard.

    A mask is the only way to survive isn't it? Without it, those who hold power would dispose of us, after all, Who are we to be individuals in Society? Who are we to have something contrast to our superiors.

    Do you speak to your boss the same way you would your Child? What about to your Boss the way you do your neighbors? Or are you masquerading too? You've got quite the number of masks as well.

    What it all boils down to, How dare we be different? How dare we challenge the standard? How dare we make a change? How dare we try to make a difference?!

    How dare we try to be ourselves? What define's a Soul? What define's one person's individual mind?



    If we are ever changing, If we have such a collection of masks that we lose ourselves, that we lose our individuality, Who is really doing the thinking? Who is really the puppeteer? Who controls us? What makes us think? What makes us do what we do?

    In the end, if we lose ourselves in a collection of masks... The masks take control... We're no longer individual, but instead, we're no longer one person. We become that of which we most despise as people,

    We become Blank... Ordinary... And eventually, alone in a dark room, surrounded by the masks that we claim help us survive the world today.



    Refuse to be Ordinary, Challenge the Standard, and most of all...



    Refuse to wear a mask...