In photographs we define ourselves
Beneath the blanket of fashion
The things we fear the most
Are caught by our eyes in a mirror
We will decompose
Until we have faces
Identity abides
In what we claim is the truth
Till fact and faith collide
Until we have faces
My heart is set on you
But time and time again
My eyes believe in lies
To desire and dread
A war we can't explain
One fights to remember
Another to forget himself
A face we own forever
But our heart can always change