[Intro]
Low distorted guitar feedback, distant tribal drums
Yeah… every mask I wear… is the same damn face…
[Verse 1]
Woke up in the suburbs of nowhere,
Same cracked ceiling, same dead stare.
Milk crates for furniture, rust on the soul,
Ordinary prison with a nine-to-five hole.
Then the phone rings in the dead of night,
A whisper crawls under my skin—
“Leave it all behind, kid, cross the line,
The road is calling, let the old life die.”
[Pre-Chorus]
Refuse the call, turn up the TV glow,
But the belly of the whale already swallowed me whole…
[Chorus]
I am the hero with a thousand faces!
Screaming through the fire, wearing a thousand names!
Down in the dark where the dragons taste me,
I die a thousand deaths just to rise again!
Thousand faces!
Thousand graves!
I bring the fire back, but nothing’s ever the same!
[Verse 2]
Mentors in the alleys, junkies with the map,
They hand me rusty swords and vials full of trap.
Cross the threshold, leave the mother’s door,
Into the forest where the old gods roar.
Trials in the mirror, trials in the street,
Every woman a goddess, every shadow a beast.
I drank the abyss, it drank me right back,
Fell through the bottom and I never came back.
[Pre-Chorus]
The road of trials, the meeting with the crone,
Apotheosis in a needle and a broken throne…
[Chorus]
I am the hero with a thousand faces!
Burning through the veil, shedding a thousand skins!
In the belly of the beast where the truth erased me,
I died a thousand times just to live again!
Thousand faces!
Thousand chains!
I drag the elixir home through the pouring rain!
[Bridge]
Slower, clean echoing guitar, building intensity
At the nadir… I met myself wearing all the masks…
The father, the lover, the killer, the slave…
Atonement in the blood, resurrection in the dirt…
Now I’m climbing out with lightning in my veins…
But the world I left don’t recognize the change…
[Final Chorus]
Even bigger, unhinged and desperate
I am the hero with a thousand faces!
Wailing through the static, screaming a thousand names!
Brought the boon to the people but they turned away,
‘Cause the hero came back broken, never quite the same!
Thousand faces!
Thousand eyes!
I looked into the black hole sun…
And the black hole looked back and smiled!
[Outro]
Fading feedback, clean melancholic guitar
Every mask I wear… is the same damn hero…
Thousand faces… one road… one return…
And nothing… ever feels like home… again.
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