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• Artiste: Thee More Shallows
• Titre: The White Mask
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Passed out at noon You woke up in a waiting room Full of blurry magazines You tried to focus and read but you were excited to meet your maker The room slowly emptied of blurry blank faces Until you at last, heard them call out your name But when they showed you in You didn't meet your maker Just a group like you Holding short straws And then the office fell Into the hold of the calico [Wear black, sandman flipped on a bid where you roam]? His click click ticked on with no talk To the beak of a feeding chicken Who's pecking at his feed With his beak on the bottom of his cage At a pace you were sticking too Until through storms of feathers You arrive at a coast on the edge of Lanai Where there's one remaining flame Black man took yours and set them on fire And left you there with your makeshift torches Said: "Wait just a little more And soon you'll see your maker In the flickering lights." Before some time Your torches die And it was pitch, cold Dark black So when the white mask So when the white mask Came at last It was out of sight So when the white mask Came at last It was out of sight Devil out of sight