Mask of Cordiality

Verse 1:

The mask I wear doesn’t weigh on my face,

It’s crafted with charm, of the purest grace.

Behind the courtesy, an abyss hides,

A beast awaits, instincts collide.

Pre-Chorus:

So gentle the gaze, so lethal the act,

Each polished move is a step to distract.

Chorus:

Mask of cordiality, a weapon of deceit,

Every smile’s a snare, a trap so discreet.

It offers you trust but steals the ground,

The host of terror, manipulation crowned.

Verse 2:

Among sweet words and empty vows,

It weaves fear in soft, melodic bows.

An invitation to death, so hard to perceive,

For the one with the mask knows how to deceive.

Bridge:

And when the mask drops, it’s already too late,

The predator bares its voracious state.

But until that moment, the game is his,

He takes you to the edge and whispers: “This is it.”

Chorus:

Mask of cordiality, a weapon of deceit,

Every smile’s a snare, a trap so discreet.

It offers you trust but steals the ground,

The host of terror, manipulation crowned.