I watch you
I see you
The real you
The one you hide behind that perfect porcelain face
The same mask you wear every day
All of you
Standing on your plateau
All of you
On a path that goes quite low…
Where you’re headed is a special treat
None of you see that though
You’re too busy
Enjoying the fame & popularity
The vanity of the beauty
The anonymity of your acts
The virtual worship of the blind
The fake appreciation you feign
You tell yourselves you never changed
But…
…We both know you did…
Power is an easy trap to fall into
Fame will not follow where you go after though
No, for all of you
There is a dark place
A place you get closer to every single day
Many will miss you
More will lie about you
But…I’ll have records for all
Your darkest secrets you kept inside
A perfect record is hidden within me
I saw the truth & I recorded it over time
All your darkest secrets are forever mine
Soon enough your true face will be seen
Then you’ll be buried beneath the ground
By the very hands that worshiped you
-Call Me The Book Of Truth-
