If you ask the man,
who wears a mask,
for his name,
then he will laugh,

´cause he is taking off his name,
while he is taking on the same.

And his body, it has changed -
a picture with a cleaned up shape.
It´s born again, without a frame,
does not have to be ashamed,
to show feelings, to show pain,
with colours between sun and rain.

And he can take it off - the mask -
and then come back, into the cage.
And you can´t tell me, who it was
who is carrying the magic key
 to leave behind humanity,

and be a free

Crypsilon