The cut-out eye holes in your mask They're windows into your soul Painting pictures of your past I'm not a pessimist I'm just a realist I fell for my own honeytrap I swear I saw it coming I wish I could take it back There's no prosperity I'll never belong here You play your cards close to your chest Cause' this is the age of The 'bystander effect' I'm not a realist I'm a surrealist