Mask of Fear - Expulsion

Behind the mask of fear

Death’s presence ever near

Lift the veil of horror

Come face to face with gore

Tortured face to gaze unto, mirrors all removed

Sickly features hidden, to cover up the truth

Once beautiful to look upon, now avert your eyes

Her putrescence become legend, none have seen the sight that lies —

Behind the mask of fear

Death’s presence ever near

Lift the veil of horror

Come face to face with gore

Stricken and pestilent, eyes no longer see

The bubbling twisted mass her features used to be

As the flesh decays, her insides start to rot

Spitting up her innards in stinking wretched clots

After years of solitude, her mask too foul to wear

As the lid is lifted, the stench too much to bear

Gazing at her visage, your features blanch to white

Unable to stand it, vomit at the sight that lies —

Behind the mask of fear

Death’s presence ever near

Lift the veil of horror

Come face to face with gore