Founder's Canon
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ou wear masks to hide your rotting faces
You never think twice bout the pain it replaces
Shapeless, you morph into any form deformed or perfect
Is it worth it? Should you curse it?
Should you fall to your face and just worship?
Certain, we call out to places unseen
Like some dumb dreams
Of young queens
And other lovely things
I miss the way your face tasted when you were near and we both were wasted
So much time, so many places
Seems all are bi by wearing two faces
Erase it
Replace it with faith and face it:
You’re crazy!
I’m amazed you’ve even lasted this long
What’s wrong? Didn’t you know I was like you all along?
Where’s dawn when you need it?
My face, I beat it
So I can keep secrets too
Just like you
Is this really what we want to do?
This is proof
That I don’t want to
So please choose
Not to lose this love we share
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