Masks

I had some time to kill, walked along a quarter of the path
We're either sheep to shill or the ones who hide behind the masks
Another quarter turn, i left my body, left my heart
I know ill never learn, learn to set myself apart

The seasons are changing and my love for this world is fading away

Had some time to kill, walked another quarter on the path
Looking for a space to fill, a vessel if you had to ask
Another quarter turn, i've come full circle to the end
I know ill never learn, ill have to do it all again

The seasons are changing and my heart is constantly breaking...