The Masquerade
Disguised, I draw my veil across my face
As the light reaches for me, I seek my hiding place
Changeling I, incarnate lie, master of all forms except my own
Thou call'dst me a dog, before thou had'st a cause
But if I'm a dog, beware my fangs
Sepulcher, of my innocence
From the grave of broken faith I rise
This paradigm of virtue, lost
No longer burns the passion in my soul
Caged, hero brought to his knees
Shackled wrists to grindstone bound, eyes stare defiantly
Cold, allies turned enemies
Laughter in his ears, their mocking jeers, his mind alone still free
Destroyer, of these sacred dreams
Freedom bought with blood denies the weak
Architecture perpetuates disease
Worship of the mad invites decay
Obeisance to ideals of godhead unhearing
Cut out the rot, restructure
Abandon corruption, exposure
Lobbied payoffs, denature
Political sycophants departure
Caged, hero brought to his knees
Shackled wrists to grindstone bound, eyes stare defiantly
Cold, allies turned enemies
Laughter in his ears, their mocking jeers, his mind alone still free
Caged, hero brought to his knees
Shackled wrists, now unbound, eyes stare defiantly
Cold, allies turned enemies
Their laughter dies in choking cries, the man they mocked now free
Free
I'm free
As the light reaches for me, I seek my hiding place
Changeling I, incarnate lie, master of all forms except my own
Thou call'dst me a dog, before thou had'st a cause
But if I'm a dog, beware my fangs
Sepulcher, of my innocence
From the grave of broken faith I rise
This paradigm of virtue, lost
No longer burns the passion in my soul
Caged, hero brought to his knees
Shackled wrists to grindstone bound, eyes stare defiantly
Cold, allies turned enemies
Laughter in his ears, their mocking jeers, his mind alone still free
Destroyer, of these sacred dreams
Freedom bought with blood denies the weak
Architecture perpetuates disease
Worship of the mad invites decay
Obeisance to ideals of godhead unhearing
Cut out the rot, restructure
Abandon corruption, exposure
Lobbied payoffs, denature
Political sycophants departure
Caged, hero brought to his knees
Shackled wrists to grindstone bound, eyes stare defiantly
Cold, allies turned enemies
Laughter in his ears, their mocking jeers, his mind alone still free
Caged, hero brought to his knees
Shackled wrists, now unbound, eyes stare defiantly
Cold, allies turned enemies
Their laughter dies in choking cries, the man they mocked now free
Free
I'm free
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Larson
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