Mask - Ochre

I sweat within mt mask 
you get all the jokes right, pissing on all my contrary and 
leaving none for me for self 
And as time walks while you were waiting 
why when you tolied so 

I came from the inside out 
from where I hid my buried ways 
and now open the buried ways of child 
skin from an old face breathe again 

I seem so long in days I dwelt within my flesh cell 
The crawlspace within another 
to live and know that face is dead 
and in time walk through my layers 
through while you toiled so 

I came from the inside out 
from where I hid my buried ways 
and now open the buried ways of child 
I've dwelt the years inside my head 

I guess I know, word can't be without the truth to heal this, 
mind solvent to one mind 
I guess I know I hid I stole, buried self 
I embrace what must be 
Greet my face and live from... the inside out