The face of the masquerade is dependent on the secret,
It is swallowed by the entity of desperation,
Always hide the truth.
A new face everyday,
Each one is the same perfection,
No cracks under the skin,
Permanent smiles that stretch for miles,
And none of it is true,
Under the mask is a blank stare,
And endless pit eyes,
cracked lips and faded smiles,
Is not a beauty worth crying over,
The need to cover up the scars,
Is loosing half that battle,
But when the world is a masquerade,
We're loosing the war,
We are dependent for smoke and mirrors,
To forge popping out,
And to silence individuality,
Therefore we turn off our lights,
And give into the pressure of our addiction,
We attend the masquerade in style and in grace,
We dance for hours and avoid eye contact,
It's the forever told lie we are whispered every night in sleep land,
You always wear the mask,
And always be prepared for another ball.
Will you attend the masquerade when you awaken?
The addiction dosen't give you a choice,
So you live in the monotonous shadow that is your mask,
And you face your silent defeat,
