Shapeshifter

[intro]

[verse]
Beneath the flicker of a distant neon cross,
I drift inside these crypt-like walls and halls.
The air is thick with smoke and haunted hum,
Another Friday night where I feel less undone.
[verse]
No party girl's bright smile, no shout above the din,
Just quiet shadows where my journey can begin.
I press myself against the velvet, dark and deep,
A universe of faces that I want to keep.

[chorus]
And I shift these masks, a hundred faces worn,
Whoever the world needs me to be, till the grey of morn.
A phantom confidence, a witch's borrowed grace,
But when the makeup melts, there's just an empty space.

[verse]
Tonight - a Twilight gaze, a heroine so pale,
Tomorrow - alt-girl leather, defiant, whispered wail.
I spend the hours lost in Zelda's crafted lore,
With each precise detail that opens a phantom door.
[verse]
My queerest face emerges, brave behind the paint,
A fleeting glimpse of self, a momentary saint.
I learn detachment's dance, or play the boldest part,
But every role's a costume, tearing at my heart.

[chorus]
And I shift these masks, a hundred faces worn,
Whoever the world needs me to be, till the grey of morn.
A phantom confidence, a witch's borrowed grace,
But when the makeup melts, there's just an empty space.

[verse]
I cling to corners, where the music pulls me down,
Preferring introspection to the crowded town.
It's safer in the dimness - pressure fades away,
To feel a depth of feeling in the dying of the day.
[verse]
My cosplay's armor - shield against the real,
The fantasy's embrace, more vibrant than I feel.
I watch the others moving, souls unveiled and free,
While just another mask consumes the heart of me.

[chorus]
And I shift these masks, a hundred faces worn,
Whoever the world needs me to be, till the grey of morn.
A phantom confidence, a witch's borrowed grace,
But when the makeup melts, there's just an empty space.
So many worlds I try - like dresses on a rack,
But none of them fit me, and there's no turning back.
Beneath the flicker of a distant neon cross,
I'm on the side, in shadows, counting every loss.

[outro]
Counting every loss...
Counting every loss...
I'm on the side, in shadows
Counting every loss...
Counting every loss…
Counting every loss...
Counting every loss...


July 3, 2026