Effacing the face by Tanya Mascarenhas Lyrics

"It's really great", "In fact, it's wonderful" I uttered these words staring up at the rays that roared through the ceiling. There was a rumble in the floor, and a twinkle in my eyes, all the lies I ever uttered didn't seem to matter. "What do you think you were thinking, disappearing down the rabbit hole?" the figure without a Face posed a question to me, eyeing me for a response. It's like when someone taps you, attention cries for itself, there's no such thing as a cry for attention. Seek the unseeable, and you shall find. Something preachy, a sermon with soundless lips but doctrine like a tangerine, tangy to the taste. Have a thick skin, like an orange. Orange is the colour of the sunset, that's what the Face said. "I am the face of the world". I was confused, deluded as I fumbled around the rabbit hole. The grime on the walls caked my fingers and the iridescent light cast shadows that were unfamiliar and strange. It was all a ride, a rollercoaster that kept my mind whirring and my stomach lurching even without the dips and turned. "What if I were to give you a piece of my mind?" I asked the Face. The Face smiled and it made me feel better. "Then I will be a Face and a Mind", it replied, with a little devious smirk. "And I am ...? " I posed this question to the Face, but it only turned away, leaving me wondering if it ever had a back. "Don't ever turn back, especially in anger" it told me. I was temporarily disorientated. The Face looked the same from the back and from the front. "You cannot feel anger" I stated, and the Face agreed. "This is why I don't have a back, I don't look back in anger". All this jargon was making me sleepy, and I lay down to rest. A bottle with a label saying "Ichor", presented itself to me, and I drank, keenly but hesitantly. "Drink in the sights and sounds of what you see and hear", the Face instructed me, and I felt nourished by both words and the Ichor, that tasted like esteem and mountains and things that were high up. "You don't drink though" I argued, but the Face only replied "I am drunk on life". This got me thinking of an escape, I wanted escape, I needed escape and I ached for a mistake. The rabbit hole was far too deep within the earth, it concealed me from nearly everything that I dared to seek out, such as the grass and the trees. It was a toxic wasteland, with only me being wasted. The Face reflected what I felt, although it was a strange and lonely face. I was the body and the soul, but it had no mind because it kept uttering crammed things. Its like when you try to cram something in a clutch bag without making it obvious, it juts out like a knife, and the deed is just as dangerous. I began to climb, all those footholds that came my way. "Be careful" said the Face, and I listened only to ignore. "I'll be fine", I retorted and continued to climb. "Remember the rule of thumb, you can only go down a rabbit hole ... not up it". I hissed at the face, for its words were tumultuous and made me sick in the stomach. "You don't have thumbs", I teased, and the face turned away from me once more. I was almost there, an upward climb, but the downward spiral kept pulling me back. "You shall not succeed", the Face uttered, and I realised then that it might be right for once. "Help me to right my wrongs" I pleaded, and it seemed vaguely interested. Idiot. I realised how desperate I was sounding, and began to fall. "Twice the pride double the fall" the Face said, and it was more than sorcery that sent me crashing to the floor. "Remember, that I am the face of the world and the world can be seen from space. The Gods are watching you". I gasped, aghast and began to hoist myself back up again, but I kept slipping and falling. It was time for vengeance. Hissing, I lunged for the face but it managed to swerve away every time. "Wise up" it spat, and dodged my gripping hands once more. "Wise...", I gnashed through gritted teeth "You barely have a mind, so you cannot harness wisdom". The face seemed to understand, for once, for I was talking about it, not me. It swallowed, hard. "Plus, you can't use me for anything ... you'll just exist as a puny little face forever and ever!" I exclaimed, daring to lunge for it. Aghast, it gave its stark response "...But you don't have a heart ... you're leaving me here alone". The comment struck me like a deer in headlights, and I realised I was lacking to. "Maybe we should just be grateful for what we've got". The Face nodded enthusiastically as I stood facing it, panting and red-faced. "I may not have a heart ... but I have a will. And when there's a will, there's a way" I retorted, and as if by magic, a path appeared to me, snaking out of the rabbit hole. Bidding the Face goodbye, I began to walk the path, acknowledging the arrow that said "way out", and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. The face cold not proceed, and just watched me, eyes glinting in the din. "You'll have to face me one day" it muttered, and I began to ran, without any baggage, especially emotional baggage. "Your subject has been deported, but you can't deport, you're just a big mouth ... and a reporter !"