Sonic Wraith Music — Vega: Mask Up
Porcelain mask
Fragile as glass
Steel claw
Your blood I draw
I was raised in a palace of roses, but cruelty corrodes
When a father imposes his rage on the face of the woman he loathes
Every night I composed in my head how I'd sever the thread
'Til one night he painted the floor red with her blood as it flowed
So I sharpened my hate into law, carved my creed with a claw
Swore that beauty would live and the hideous would fall
I would make it my quest, standing tall, I won't rest
Protecting symmetries sacred call but ugliness death would befall
Graceful dance (exquisite art)
Martial stance (punctured heart)
Mask up (my face pristine)
Claw out (my violence obscene)
I made a mask to hide a truth I could not bare
I forged a claw to make the world stop and stare
I fled to the silent, shadow school scene, trained to slip, slit, slice
Blades keen, I strike mean, unseen and vanish clean
Back to the bullring with my matador meter, footwork serene
A flourish, a feint, a fresco of finesse that finishes like a guillotine
Crowds chanted for my routine, cheered the choreography of cutting so clean
Captivated as I carved and cleaved their cage kings
But applause is a mirror, a polished screen that brings my fear, a thin veneer
The beautiful bleeds and my destruction wore wings
Graceful dance (exquisite art)
Martial stance (punctured heart)
Mask up (my face pristine)
Claw out (my violence obscene)
Cammy's beauty and Chun-Li's booty, their acclaim makes it my duty
To tame, maim, to carve and to claim
Adoration fades to desecration, temptation decays to degradation
They will feel the sensation of my bladed aim
Bison fell, the kingdom cracked, stage lights retract and banners slacked
The crown tumbled and hope ran black
Left with a mask and a silence that stares
Death, devotion and fear, I swear on the claw I wear, attack
Look — at the beauty of the mask in the mirror
Listen — to the screams as the claw draws nearer
Graceful dance (exquisite art)
Martial stance (punctured heart)
Mask up (my face pristine)
Claw out (my violence obscene)
One face, one mask
This is my task
One fist, one claw
This pain so raw
Fragile as glass
Steel claw
Your blood I draw
I was raised in a palace of roses, but cruelty corrodes
When a father imposes his rage on the face of the woman he loathes
Every night I composed in my head how I'd sever the thread
'Til one night he painted the floor red with her blood as it flowed
So I sharpened my hate into law, carved my creed with a claw
Swore that beauty would live and the hideous would fall
I would make it my quest, standing tall, I won't rest
Protecting symmetries sacred call but ugliness death would befall
Graceful dance (exquisite art)
Martial stance (punctured heart)
Mask up (my face pristine)
Claw out (my violence obscene)
I made a mask to hide a truth I could not bare
I forged a claw to make the world stop and stare
I fled to the silent, shadow school scene, trained to slip, slit, slice
Blades keen, I strike mean, unseen and vanish clean
Back to the bullring with my matador meter, footwork serene
A flourish, a feint, a fresco of finesse that finishes like a guillotine
Crowds chanted for my routine, cheered the choreography of cutting so clean
Captivated as I carved and cleaved their cage kings
But applause is a mirror, a polished screen that brings my fear, a thin veneer
The beautiful bleeds and my destruction wore wings
Graceful dance (exquisite art)
Martial stance (punctured heart)
Mask up (my face pristine)
Claw out (my violence obscene)
Cammy's beauty and Chun-Li's booty, their acclaim makes it my duty
To tame, maim, to carve and to claim
Adoration fades to desecration, temptation decays to degradation
They will feel the sensation of my bladed aim
Bison fell, the kingdom cracked, stage lights retract and banners slacked
The crown tumbled and hope ran black
Left with a mask and a silence that stares
Death, devotion and fear, I swear on the claw I wear, attack
Look — at the beauty of the mask in the mirror
Listen — to the screams as the claw draws nearer
Graceful dance (exquisite art)
Martial stance (punctured heart)
Mask up (my face pristine)
Claw out (my violence obscene)
One face, one mask
This is my task
One fist, one claw
This pain so raw