In photographs we define ourselves
  Beneath the blanket of fashion
  The things we fear the most
  Are caught by our eyes in a 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 and 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 our heart can always change.