People stare in cardboard masks
Go about their daily tasks
Ever false and never true
Nothing that they say they do

People living without a face
They put on masks till theres no trace
Even they don't know themselves
Where the mask ends and their spirit dwells.

Cardboard faces, cardboard fronts
It doesn't even take a dunce
To see their forked tounges
Creeping up life's living rungs.

Painted signs obscure the soul
All who do hide their like moles
Digging ditches in which to hide
Cowering there within their lies.