Masks on the wall are beginning to talk
Whisperin their empty thoughts to me
And if the walls could talk they would
Have a lot to say, about everything that
Happened back in the day
They would tell of a time that i was
Out of my mind, playin drums in the
Purified rain, singin and dancing to
Life's game
Now the beads roll down my skin
And you can see within, the blood
Flowing through my veins