your pale face is carved in ice
-
so cool, so calm, so strong
shadows hanging 'round your
eyes,
spin a web of silent secrets
just to hide your sorrow...
that's the way you feel secure
-
so dark, so deep, so sad
living far beyond all rules,
in your hate and disillusions
noone sees behind your
mask...
Masquerade - your last and only
shelter
Masquerade - your crutch in daily
life
Masquerade - you're playing with
cold fire
Your fearful soul - we see through
your disguise...
this world of soulless puppets
-
so cruel, so blind, so dead
rips your feelings inside out,
wake a yearning in your mind
for another edge of thoughts...
come, devote on our game -
so bright, so mad, so true
we pass through the same dimension,
wise men recognise the jester
we all conceal the same
