A facade can take me far. Poker faces, if held right, keep my job. Handle the pressure, Handle the worry - Surely, I can become a machine.
Face troubled times, Win the million For the Gods above - to Keep My Job. Keep up appearances, Bid others a ray of sunshine With a "How are you?" How am I?
I'm crumbling. Outside those walls, all life Is shutting down, Restraining the next moves I wanted to make. I'm not okay. But, Poker Faces, if held right, Keep my job.