Intro

Breathing irregular
The walls in the corridors are closing,
Who knew that a hallway could be so foreboding
I take a step and let these,
Disastrous visualizations,
Take their time to manifest unease

Sudden door creak,
Our shifting eyes meet,
We seem to all be,
On corresponding beats,
I think I understand these,
Specific calculations,
Beckoning for something here to
Shift the standard of our greeting

Such simple elegance seems
So perfect in this framing,
But yet the heart is weak,
As it could ever be.
We wish one simple thing,
We're hoping no one sees the

Masquerade,
The sleight of hand, the simply skilled charade,
Suited to give impression
That this is not a ruse,
There's nothing to deduce,
Please do not be confused,
You're at a ball, but not a
Masquerade
Dresses and centerpieces on display,
Windows and pillars give an
Aesthetic role to fill,
Yet here, the room is still,
This crowd has lost the will,
To spend a day inside the
Masquerade,
They're sick of acting like it's not a play,
So sick of taking part in all the games,
So if they're meant to rot,
Behind this mask they're not,
They're breaking free and singing