The Masquerade of Madness
Beneath the mask, we’re all just lost,
wearing smiles, hiding the cost.
In the shadows, we all play pretend.
A life of lies, but where does it end?
Twisted faces in the mirror stare.
Hollow eyes, but they don’t care.
The darkness whispers sweet temptation.
In the masquerade, we’re lost in imitation.
Welcome to the masquerade of madness,
where the truth is buried in the ashes.
Dance through the fire. The masks are tight.
In the masquerade, we lose the fight.
They say we’re free, but we’re bound in chains,
chasing pleasure, drowning in pain.
Every step is a step to decay,
but we keep dancing–we never walk away.
The masks come off when the night is done,
but we’re still broken. We’ve just begun.
In the masquerade, we never see
the truth that lies underneath.