The Mask from Isolator by Cygnets

Bring my harrow, I stand here facing the outside.
Drink my sorrow; these tears that soaked you every night.
Shall I follow? Is what I’m chasing just a lie?
Or am I harrowed for lesser beings?

When they stand upon the field as the skies are turning grey.
And nothing is revealed only nothing left to say.
I wore it like a mask, and I knew it was in vain.
But I forgot to ask, have you ever felt this way?

Bring my harrow, I cannot face these things I hide.
There's no tomorrow; No arms to hold you, so dead inside.
Shall I borrow? Oh my despair is but a lie.
Plagiarized sorrow from lesser beings.

When they stand upon the field as the skies are turning grey.
And nothing is revealed only nothing left to say.
I wore it like a mask, and I knew it was in vain.
But I forgot to ask, have you ever felt this way?

• Alternative
• New Wave
• Post-punk
• Canada