Tekster:
Frames The Masquerade

days gone on You come to a special place Where you can go in straight Masquerade! You send me down your massive chain You send me down your massive chain And you base the frame

days gone on You come to a special place Where you can go in straight Masquerade! You send me down your massive chain You send me down your massive chain And you base the frame

days gone on You come to a special place Where you can go in straight Masquerade! You send me down your massive chain You send me down your massive chain And you base the frame

See the bailiff, representing security Holding the word of God soliciting perjury The prosecution, political prostitution The more money you pay the further away solution Legal actors, Babylon's benefactors Masquerading

and empty halls and still sometimes remember the masquerade's forever when you see the price they paid i'm sure you'll come and join the masquerade

dollars to clock, I hate it but that's how it's gotta be Got more stories to tell, more people to watch And ten times more people watchin' me So fuck the masquerade

The masquerader in the mirror appears to be a certain stranger to me he slips a film of glow through glow on his hand and paints my features where his

hero is struggling to say that his lady is far away In her prison of wishes We love and we fight but it's all day for night just a masquerade We'll

deny insanity - mediocrity Save us from this masquerade of lies Kings and fools die in ridicule (save us) Save us from this masquerade of lies A fallen