Withering Surface Fading Mask
Behind The Artificial Eyes
A Mask Weaved By Thought Hands
How Do I Stand A Chance?
Nothing Can Save Me Nomore
I Can't Escape - From Your Fading Mask
Nothing Is Sacred Nomore
I Can't Escape - From Your Fading Mask
Nothing Is Blinding Nomore
I Can't Escape - From Your Fading Mask
Nothing Is Sacred Nomore
I Can't Escape....
Waiting For Your True Self
Waiting To Explore
Waiting To Be Free
A Ball Where Noone Sees
Behind The Artificial Lies
A Mask Weaved By Wicked Hands
Can I Stand A Chance?
Down The Alley
In The Misty Smog
I See The Parody
Of Her Bleaching Self
Down The Alley
In The Misty Smog
I See Her Shinning
But Not To Me....
