The sixth and final track of my upcoming EP The Agonies: Saint, Lady, Devil (currently unreleased). It's inspired and built around a Lupe Velez quote and my own feelings+experiences. It's lyrically my favorite of the EP. Recitals of conversations Lost in my mind’s interpretation Masking they called me too faced before Little do they know my face oh it changes with the moons phases It creeps with the shadows cast in setting sun I’m home on the dark side of the moon My goodness doesn’t equal greatness These tears have scarred my eyes to match my broken mind But behind glass, a saint, a lady and a devil Chaos’s daughter Enslaved to social protocol Masking hysterics, statistics and profanity It’s rare to be known Little do they know my face oh it changes with the moons phases It creeps with the shadows cast in setting sun I’m home on the dark side of the moon With ink black space starring back I feel fake in the world waiting to be found out For the faces to crack and oxygen let out Recitals of conversations Lost in my mind’s interpretation My goodness doesn’t equal greatness These tears have scarred my eyes to match my broken mind But behind glass, a saint, a lady and a devil Chaos’s daughter Enslaved to social protocol Masking hysterics, statistics and profanity It’s rare to be known more