live lion

we hide our faces underneath a mask
all that we know is covered by the dark
life just becomes another weary task

on some warm shore we have the time to bask
the world we find is just another park
we hide our faces underneath a mask

your choice to fill the bucket and the cask
and load them one by one in the last ark
life just becomes another weary task

if one of us had merely thought to ask
just what would lift the last ignoble mark
we hide our faces underneath a mask

we do not wear fine silk here or damask
this is a place where matters are most stark
life just becomes another weary task

you find that there's no drop left in the flask
and nothing will take fire from this last spark
we hide our faces underneath a mask
life just becomes another weary task