Masque - Ashbury Heights

I was raised on distractions

Out of sync with the rest of humanity

I really tried to blend in

Pretending I was part of the scenery

It made me seem more human

In a world less gruesome

It made me pass for normal

Among the high and neutral

On the best of days I’m a loaded gun

On the worst of days I’m a burned out candle

And the wind keeps blowing down my house

Changing direction north to south

On the best of days I’m a loaded gun

On the worst of days I’m a burned out candle

And the wind keeps blowing down my house

Changing direction north to south

I always spoke my mind

Like a rhinoceros charging into walls

And when I courted you

I never said the words at all

Maybe it came out wrong

I don’t know where it came from

The truth can hurt sometimes

Like the greatest lies

On the best of days I’m a loaded gun

On the worst of days I’m a burned out candle

And the wind keeps blowing down my house

Changing direction north to south

On the best of days I’m a loaded gun

On the worst of days I’m a burned out candle

And the wind keeps blowing down my house

Changing direction north to south

On the best of days I’m a loaded gun

On the worst of days I’m a burned out candle

And the wind keeps blowing down my house

Changing direction north to south

On the best of days I’m a loaded gun

On the worst of days I’m a burned out candle

And the wind keeps blowing down my house

Changing direction north to south

On the best of days I’m a loaded gun

On the worst of days I’m a burned out candle

And the wind keeps blowing down my house

Changing direction north to south