The Neal Morse Band - The Mask

THE MASK 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.