The Face Inside
The face inside is part of me.
It fights to live,
but I can't let it free.
"To the gallows!", they cry,
"Feed the guillotine!"
The face inside is part of me.
Could I cut it out?
Or burn myself clean?
Should I feed my soul to this machine?
His haunting smirk will follow me,
Until I'm broken on my knees.
Behind iron bars I will not weep.
Pray The Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake,
I'll have realized my mistake.
How long will these walls hold me?
Let me loose, set me free.
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