Testo Bury Your Fear

Imprisoned by masquerade caught in a web lost in the centre of a maze. I´m searching for my chance to escape bought for nothing sold to die. We lust for every bait as the hook is stuck in our throat, we repress the pain to do it all again.

Its a mask we wear our identities decay. pressure. discontent. despair. Nothing else is left for us to be gained.

Within our heads weve got to break the walls that separate. I want self expression but I ´m told to fit the mold my desires chained to the ground. I can´t take it anymore. Untie the ropes I need to breathe.

Imprisoned by masquerade caught in a web lost in the centre of a maze. Is there a chance to escape?
Show your face authentic and real bury your fear