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He just wanted to laugh, all he wanted was a friend

Now Death the only one waiting to greet him at the end

In the dead of night he wails, struggles with his pain

Until the day he found the mask, his soul was broken and slain

Needed something to hide behind, something to hide the shame

It wasn’t his fault, he just wasn’t right

In the dead of night he wails, struggles with his pain

Until that day he found the mask, then his soul was whole again

Walking through the broken buildings of this sad and lifeless city

Lying there amongst the refuse an impish gleam caught his eye

He lifted the mask, held it to his face and, breathless, knew what he had become

A wicked vision swept through his mind; suddenly, he knew what must be done