in photographs we define ourselves
beneath the blanket of fashion
the things we fear the most
are caught by our eyes in the 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 adn 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 a heart can always change