Have you ever wondered how many faces you can put forward? How many times a day you lie about who and what you are; how many different feelings and facades are drawn forth to keep you sane and to keep others from sticking needles into your flesh and dissecting your brain to the nth degree, trying in vain to figure out what the hell is behind closed doors? Vagrant eyes, wandering lies and there is no time to tell what face is really mine, another mask and another masquerade is all I can do, all I can find, another place and another time where all I am is another lie...