Good Morning, my name is Dee. What type of world has this cone to be?
Zorro, the Marauder, and now the Singer,
Who would have thought in this day we would all become a dead ringer.
Hiding the tears, the fears, the joy, the pain and every battle scar,
Hiding so that others don't know who we are.
Today should be different, it's not that impossible,
If the people of this world were a little more responsible.
I told you my name at the beginning of this peace, I now have one thing to ask,
Will I be remembered by the name I gave you, or by having to hide behind THE MASK.