Costume for a Gutterball

the mask keeps on slipping and tearing /the holes are big enough to see

I strain and I'm bending to hear you /what did you tell me

so slow /you see me disappear /taken in and taken away

caught in another memory

looking for something left to see /now I want something

the one in the corner its moving /slowly up slowly down

never too brilliant or clever /it won't turn around

no one will know that I'm looking /they can't get to me