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抰 explain.

One fights to remember

Another to forget himself

A face we own forever,

But our heart can always change.