Maskuline
See man wakes up, puts on the mask
Man stays tough, foot on the gas
Got a drive, looks on the path
Be a man, pull up your wrath
Focus great on procreating
My soul is breaking, my chosen lady
Let's form some babies, then grow them maybe
I'll grow up chasing a form of crazy
Stressful moments
We just don't go express emotions
Hearts grow hard they better coldest
Feminine they never showed us
Men are so tough
Wired, yeah, wired for what?
Survival, fighting, I'm trying to fuck
Acquired a mind that's violent and rough
I'm hiding my nuts, psychotic to bust
Each us so street tough we mean mug a real bluff
We beef cos' we need love
Don't greet us with free hugs
Extra clear that men are weird
Just get a beer it's never cheers
We flex our fears
Won't shed a tear
Cos mental health's suppressed in here
Man has gone
The mask is on
Man has gone
The mask is on, yeah
Man has gone
The mask is on
Man has gone
The mask is on, yeah
A wounded man now alone and grim
Broken skin he's torn within
Goes to sin to control the things
That he won't let out, has to hold them in
Angry inside
Cos he can't be fine
So his last beach died
When the sand seemed dry
Took a backseat drive
To a mad scene life
An ocean of tears, he can't be crying
Hard in public
Yeah we are not ones to fuck with
Guard is up I'm all disgusting
Heart is gone you call it love sick
Lost and rugged
Who are you having a marriage with fam
Battling, masculine, challenges man
Tour de force a traveling band
Where we rock to the tune of an arrogant chant
Lost in a prison, flexing my rage
We bury our feelings dead in a grave
Our feminine ways will help my escape
A space for men where expressing is praised
Find your North or bare the South
Pop balloons or air it out
Suck it up, don't stare at clouds
I'm heeling 'em, let's clear the doubt
Dear to heart, we have real homes
Young buck is lost, now Bambi's broke
The son (sun) lacks light. when daddy's closed
He's rude off (Rudolph), knows what can't be shown
Much ill will that men are sick
Want to be heard, that's definite
Soul can't have no censorship
Cos' honesty's your best of friends
Man has gone
The mask is on, yeah
Man has gone
The mask is on, yeah
Man has gone
The Mask is on, yeah
Man has gone
The Mask is on, yeah
Man stays tough, foot on the gas
Got a drive, looks on the path
Be a man, pull up your wrath
Focus great on procreating
My soul is breaking, my chosen lady
Let's form some babies, then grow them maybe
I'll grow up chasing a form of crazy
Stressful moments
We just don't go express emotions
Hearts grow hard they better coldest
Feminine they never showed us
Men are so tough
Wired, yeah, wired for what?
Survival, fighting, I'm trying to fuck
Acquired a mind that's violent and rough
I'm hiding my nuts, psychotic to bust
Each us so street tough we mean mug a real bluff
We beef cos' we need love
Don't greet us with free hugs
Extra clear that men are weird
Just get a beer it's never cheers
We flex our fears
Won't shed a tear
Cos mental health's suppressed in here
Man has gone
The mask is on
Man has gone
The mask is on, yeah
Man has gone
The mask is on
Man has gone
The mask is on, yeah
A wounded man now alone and grim
Broken skin he's torn within
Goes to sin to control the things
That he won't let out, has to hold them in
Angry inside
Cos he can't be fine
So his last beach died
When the sand seemed dry
Took a backseat drive
To a mad scene life
An ocean of tears, he can't be crying
Hard in public
Yeah we are not ones to fuck with
Guard is up I'm all disgusting
Heart is gone you call it love sick
Lost and rugged
Who are you having a marriage with fam
Battling, masculine, challenges man
Tour de force a traveling band
Where we rock to the tune of an arrogant chant
Lost in a prison, flexing my rage
We bury our feelings dead in a grave
Our feminine ways will help my escape
A space for men where expressing is praised
Find your North or bare the South
Pop balloons or air it out
Suck it up, don't stare at clouds
I'm heeling 'em, let's clear the doubt
Dear to heart, we have real homes
Young buck is lost, now Bambi's broke
The son (sun) lacks light. when daddy's closed
He's rude off (Rudolph), knows what can't be shown
Much ill will that men are sick
Want to be heard, that's definite
Soul can't have no censorship
Cos' honesty's your best of friends
Man has gone
The mask is on, yeah
Man has gone
The mask is on, yeah
Man has gone
The Mask is on, yeah
Man has gone
The Mask is on, yeah
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Writer(s): Jonathan Kagan
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