No tale could prepare the trespasser For waking up outside his skin No lanterns, no whispers, No coach and horses to deliver him . . .
No one will miss the wanderer For to all eyes he shall return A brazen mask for a captive crowd Deceived at every turn
For one such purpose unknown Outside the hidden circles of stone This town has never seen my true face Perhaps that is why they fear me so . . .
Seen vaguely as another face Unassuming oh so forgettable Fits perfectly the traitor's role . . .
Come, would I ever let you see All the things that I was supposed to be I shall place one of my masks upon your face . . .
It is easy to tell the whole truth To an enemy who cannot fathom true They will not attempt to catch him out Even when he wants them to.
Shift, Swap, swindle and stare What we are I do not know or care I shall let my portrait show In a trick of the light an impenetrable halo
I shall place one of my masks upon your face . . .
Humanity is a comedy of forms That all become ashes and writhing worms Existence, a joke. It's plain to see Plain to see, it is my decree All comedians are we!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
