[Intro] "Look closer." "Not everything shines." [Verse 1] You wore the smile. You spoke the words. You painted futures no one had heard. You built the story. You built the dream. Made every crack invisible. You raised your towers toward the sky. Told us the answers would arrive. We followed footsteps through the dust. Believing promises because we must. [Post Verse] From far away, it looked complete. A perfect road beneath our feet. But every step revealed the truth. The broken pieces hidden underneath. [Build] Beautiful from a distance. Rotten when you see. A monument of progress built on misery. [Chorus] Mask off. Show us what remains. Underneath the colors, underneath the names. You called it progress. You called it a dream. I see the damage running underneath. Mask off. The truth is coming through. The road that you created is leading us to ruin. [Verse 2] We keep walking forward. No place to turn. Dodging every lesson we refuse to learn. Sharp edges waiting under every stone. Heavy with the weight for what we own. A path of empty promises. A field of broken signs. Running through the chaos just to stay alive. Left and right. Back and forth. Trying to escape the damage of the course. [Pre-Chorus] How far can we travel before we understand? How much can we lose before we change our plans? [Chorus] Mask off. Show us what remains. Underneath the colors, underneath the names. You called it progress. You called it a dream. I see the damage running underneath. Mask off. The truth is coming through. The road that you created is leading us to ruin. [Bridge] Maybe the ending was written long ago. Maybe the signs were the things we ignored. "A paradise promised." "A wasteland received." "A future constructed." From things we believed. [Final Build] "No more hiding." "No more pretending." [Final Chorus] Mask off. Nothing left to hide. All the broken pieces standing side by side. You called it progress. You called it a way. But every road remembers what we throw away. Mask off. Now everyone can see. The price of the illusion was paid by you and me. [Outro] "The road remembers." The road remembers.
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