The Mask

You take off your mask and you look at the sun
All of your chores are finally done

There is no way for you to reconcile
There is no way you would swallow that bile

You will never return to your work
Bridges are burnt, people are scorned

When you are ready to face me, my girl
I will be ready to answer your call
Answer your call, answer your call
Answer your call

Abandoned and weakened I lie on my couch
It feels sensational, I am so proud

I will never look back to the war
There is no peace, but my back is sore

Out of the trenches, the last skirmish is fought
I will be happy to retire my sword

When you are ready, when you are ready
When you are ready to face me, my girl
I will be ready to answer your call
Answer your call, answer your call
Answer your call