Fissures In The Veil

SWBEATS @ SUNO • 2026 • 😎 When the lanterns dim and solitude descends, And the theater of the daylight meets its end, Your fingers tremble as you slip the guise away, In the quiet dark where pretend has naught to say. The minor fissures in your gilded shield, Expose the secrets that your tremors yield. The truth is whispering in how you break... Behind the promises you had to make. The authentic self resides within the shade, When every public accolade starts to fade. It is the quiet grace you offer to the weak, The silent language that your actions speak. How you comport yourself with those who cannot aid, Reveals if your compassion is a hollow trade. Before the glass you cannot feign a smile, Your naked spirit stands there for a while. The authentic self resides within the shade, When every public accolade starts to fade. It is the quiet grace you offer to the weak, The silent language that your actions speak. The veil falls down... We see you now... The authentic soul...