Afraid, I'm sick and tired of wicked fame; I want to forget the sounds of my name; Sidelong glances cast down when I came Evoking anger keeping me in flames.
Why should I hide somewhere inside my hate? I want to get rid of this masquerade.
I've lost myself somewhere deep in hell; I'm almost dead but don't hear passing bell; Shadow is flying around me with yell. I'm seized with panic; this voice is too fell.
My soul is bare, there's no affection for all this that I have not chosen. And I don't care 'bout indignation at my life for my mind is frozen.
Irritated by this noise; It's time to clamour down the voice. My decisions are not measured; Madness is my only treasure.
I'm fed up with artificial beams' 'n' everything that seems. Need to find a place I've never been To, some more room not to hear this keen. Need a solid wall that I can lean Need a solid wall that I can lean on Do you get right what I do mean?
Must I conceal insanity in dusk Killed by a question that I need to ask: “Should I hide my face behind the mask? Or should I get rid of the grotesque husk?”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
