[Lyric] Masks (Garrett Smith)

The saint or the scholar
The teacher, the father
Should I just let it be?
Should I cage up the martyr
The thief, or not bother?
The traces that I call, "me"

And we think our masks will save us
Think our masks will save us
Think our masks will save us

You took from the service
Just who might deserve this
A like or a different mind
The bootstrap that blisters
My brothers and sisters
In a steep submissive climb

And we think our masks will save us
Think our masks will save us
Think our masks will save us now
It's irredeemable truth
When wе're in each others' shoеs