About to Slip Video (MV)

A thousand layers of human skin
Not knowing quite where he ends or begins
Masking what is stirring deep underneath
Off white pieces of make believe
Sillian Rail printed in silver weave
Hiding his true face among the obscene
A role of a lifetime rehearsed
Expertly meant to quell his thirst
Dish after dish pass between his lips
He savors the feel of being real
The monster they know barely concealed
Still remains unseen
In the darkest of moments he finds his release
As a flicker of red gives him some peace
As someone's last breath leaves the scene
A mask that could crack
And begin to slip