No one will see me cry
No one ever will make me lie
A deja-vu, cyanic moon
I'm in a cocoon of ironical silk, tonight
Of iridescent butterflies
Down at dusk under cumulus clouds
They start to form
Twisters dropping out of the sky
I'm dreaming the day we die
White whirling winds entwine
Bursting out of the clouds
Temerarious, tempest eyes
Escaping the truth
Just as soon as the sun breaks through
Behind the masquerade, no one ever will
See we cry
No one ever will make me lie
Behind the mask I made
Behind the masquerade, no one will hear me sigh
No one will ever watch me die
Behind the masquerade
Lies the truth
Impious sights of incredible heights
Dazed by the deep while the shallow only shows
Another white, withering rose
Mean machines make you speak unclean
Eating your cerebellum as the people
Could only snide
While shadows are on their side
White whirling winds entwine
Bursting out of the clouds
Temerarious, tempest eyes
Escaping the truth
Just as soon as the sun breaks through
Behind the masquerade, no one ever will
See we cry
No one ever will make me lie
Behind the mask I made
Behind the masquerade, no one will hear me sigh
No one will ever watch me die
Behind the masquerade
White whirling winds entwine
Bursting out of the clouds
Temerarious, tempest eyes
Escaping the truth
Just as soon as the sun breaks through
Behind the masquerade, no one ever will
See we cry
No one ever will make me lie
Behind the mask I made
Behind the masquerade, no one will hear me sigh
No one will ever watch me die
Behind the masquerade
Lies the truth