Behind the Mask

The other pig will hide your face. No one will know your real name. The traitor of the human race. The one who plays a vicious game. A machine behind the screen. No one can tell Master or slave, real or not, freak with a Soul impure. He is one of the crowd hiding His face behind the mask. Slave Of the machine, he can destroy his Only task. What started as a childish game, It's time to fighting for his life. He's playing it with the only aim to be The one among the high. Behind it's just a pig, lying the eye unconquered. Master or slave, man or machine, Question is now uncertain. He is one of the crowd hiding His face behind the mask. Slave of the machine, he can Destroy his only task. He is one of the crowd hiding His face behind the mask. Slave of the machine, he Can destroy his only Task. He is one of the crowd hiding His face behind the mask. Slave of the machine, he Can destroy his only Task