Masquerade Wasteland
Sick of hope sick of fear
Of laughter and of tears
I've had too much
Yes I've had enough
Enough aggravation
Nothing hurts nothing feels
An attitude that heals
I've found a style
That won't drag me down
Deep into frustration
Oh God I feel so cold
I give up all control
Have mercy on my soul
Out in the wasteland
Fear of life, fear of death
Of each and every breath
I couldn't wait
Now it's way too late
Too late for my salvation
No more dreams, no more pain
A solitude domain
Set me free
I'm my enemy
My enemy's creation
