| I burn this bridge behind me
|
| I will never walk that road again
|
| I will never breathe the open air
|
| Something evil is born this way
|
| Shadows crawl and the light keeps fading away
|
| And somewhere in the silence
|
| I’m offered a crown of thorns
|
| Which once plagued our mankind
|
| Now simply disguised in different forms
|
| It feels like we’ve been forsaken
|
| It feels like paradise lost again
|
| How can we be held responsible
|
| Why are we alone
|
| How can my soul be on sale
|
| Close your eyes, inhale
|
| Enjoy this charade
|
| Welcome to the masquerade
|
| Even if the words are silent
|
| Our acts speak volumes for themselves
|
| They are written on every single wall
|
| Of this wasteland
|
| And somewhere in the silence
|
| I’m offered a crown of thorns
|
| Which once plagued our mankind
|
| Now simply disguised in different forms
|
| It feels like we’ve been forsaken
|
| How can we be held responsible
|
| Why are we alone
|
| Make your peace with your god
|
| And walk away
|
| Enjoy this charade
|
| Become one with the masquerade |