The mask keeps on slipping and tearing
the holes are big enough to see
i strain and i´m bending to hear you
what did you tell me

so slow
you see me disappear
taken in taken away
caught in another memory
looking for something left to see
now i want something

the one in the corner it´s moving
slowly up slowly down
never too brilliant or clever
it won´t turn around
no one will know that i´m looking
they can´t get to me