Hide Behind The Maks

Track Three of a ten‑part arc: A man steps through the doorway with calm he didn’t earn — posture sharp, breathing steady, leather pulled tight to keep the truth from leaking through the seams. The room watches him move, weighing every step, every pause, every lie he’s stitched into the story he’s trying to sell. Written by: Andy Mitchell Produced by: Andy Mitchell Performed by: Totally Reckless: AM © 2026 Andy Mitchell / Totally Reckless: AM — All Rights Reserved #TotallyReckless: AM #AndyMitchell (LYRICS) VERSE 1 He stepped through the doorway steady, keeping that calm in place, Leather sitting tight on his shoulders, hiding the truth in the space. The room gave a slow reaction, watching the way he moved, Like they felt a shift in the air, like something didn’t quite groove. He kept his breathing even, kept his posture sharp and clean, Walking like a man who’d learned to guard the things he’d seen. PRE‑CHORUS A few eyes narrowed slightly, checking if he fit the tale, Letting the silence linger, waiting to see if he’d fail. CHORUS So he hid behind the mask, Let the leather hold the lie in place. Every step was measured calm, Every move kept steady and safe. He walked through the room like a man built to never look back, Doing all he could to hide behind the mask. VERSE 2 He ordered something simple, voice low but firm and clear, Let the quiet settle round him, like he had nothing to fear. But someone near the corner shifted, watching the way he stood, Like they caught a hint of the truth beneath the leather and wood. He kept his stance unbroken, kept the story tight and neat, A man who’d learned long ago to never let the cracks speak. PRE‑CHORUS A few glances held a moment, weighing the truth he wore, Letting the tension gather, waiting to see what came before. CHORUS So he hid behind the mask, Let the leather hold the lie in place. Every step was measured calm, Every move kept steady and safe. He walked through the room like a man built to never look back, Doing all he could to hide behind the mask. BRIDGE Something in the stitching shifted, pulling a memory loose, He felt the weight of the moment, felt the truth try to break through. But he kept his breathing steady, kept the story locked inside, Knowing one wrong slip tonight could turn the whole damn tide. FINAL CHORUS So he hid behind the mask, Let the leather hold the lie in place. Every step was measured calm, Every move kept steady and safe. He walked through the room like a man built to never look back, Doing all he could to hide behind the mask.