MASQUERADE
(Words by Sylvie Boisieux)
(Music by Yves Vermeersch)


Being born to die,
Going blindly through life,
Overloaded with lies.
Some can't take the stride.
They lose all of their pride...
Flesh turns from white to red
When they cut the deepest thread.
Spilling blood into the night...

Life is bound to time,
when life has no purpose,
where does time go...
Does time go...

Embrace infinite beauty,
Wings carved in your wrists,
Life is just a masquerade,
Hope and faith, hand in hand
Disguising the deepest of pain,
Beat the evil, play the game

Civilisation is our great divider
Leaves humanity into misery.
Desperation not lucidity,
Causes this final act in life,
The monsters that reside inside of us.
Sparkling heavens we envy,
Diabolic venom we breathe and see,
as we poison our own legacy.

Embrace infinite beauty,
Wings carved in your wrists,
Life is just a masquerade,
Hope and faith, hand in hand
Disguising the deepest of pain,
Beat the evil, play the game

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