Disillusioned or enlightened?
Anxious or frightened?
What the darkness hides?
What’s at the tunnel's end?
This face that I have worn for long,
Now I have to take it down.
Chaos, lust, wrath, pride,
All that I am, nothing to pretend.
But wrong that I am,
This mask is (my) right.
A beautiful lie that
reflects this world,
A beautiful world, that’s but gonna end.
Why do I hate it?
Better decorate it with a smile!
That which brings me love,
My power to deceive, hurt and sustain.
Wear it still,
And the world be mine.
But love is a parasite.
Pleasure is begotten by hatred and pain.
To be or not to be?
This mask is not me.
Chaos, lust, wrath, pride,
That’s all that I am.
