Is it the night in my valley of fears?
  Is it the fright in the gist of your tears?
  Is it my right to be in such arrears?
  What is this confusion, that happens,
  each day in every year? It happens.
  Faceshaper, is it all that you are?
  What is this confusion?
  Why your eyes lie to my face?
  Is it okay to lie to say you don't
  Wanna hurt?
  To keep me far?
  To keep me near? To keep me
  In the palm of your hand?
  Am I sick of this?