Mask Machine (Flying Colors)

Rows and rows of aisles for miles And intercoms with screens that smile And angry hands continue shaking A hole as large as humankind With no redeeming thing to buy Calls to every soul worth saving Welcome to the mask machine Be someone else forever We see the labels in my head We're beautiful, our boss is dead There's nothing like an ego feeding And when I get what I deserve With love for sale and gold for dirt I'll worship every fleeting aching Welcome to the mask machine Be someone else forever Make me extra small Beautiful and tall Be anyone else forever Fill my void I want too much Peel the layers one by one A mask beneath a mask, undone To shine the light on real and wild And turn the world from dead to child When I get what I deserve With love for sale and gold for dirt I'll worship every fleeting aching Welcome to the mask machine You can be someone else forever Make me extra small Beautiful and tall Be anyone else forever