The Masquerade (Part 2)

Will you meet me at the courtyard
Will you meet me at the stage
Will you waltz around with music
In this worthless masquerade

Will you greet me in your motion
Behind such grateful shades
Will you hide your disgusting beauty
Oh, this horrid masquerade

Can masks really hide your face?
Enough personality in your wake
Eyes like rusty gates to the soul
Behind the shards of masquerade

Treating the world like sinking ships
Forget about them, remember this
Drown in the gold and sparkles and flames
Here, melting, in this masquerade

Hide yourself behind your masks
Loving nothing, nothing loves back
Put rhythm in your painted face
And forget about your masquerade

Here in this truth, masquerades last forever
In fearful spites of the thoughts you might think
Though the mask and the paint and the dresses come off
It doesn't change a single thing.