Is this your face, or did you steel it?
Has it always belonged to you?
Is that their face, or did they take it?
Was it maybe yours before?
If it was yours, well, take it back,
To remember who you were.
If it was not, it does not matter
Fore individuals are no more.
Dawn a new facade and then
You can invent youself again.
It is an endless game like this
You take their face, they take his.
The game is played at any cost,
Untill all sense of self is lost.