Master of Disguise (Album)

He is profanity in sanctity's guise
An alias assumed, I do realize
In their eyes, his cause
When enticing and cunning in impact
Is still a criminal and evil act.

So look for him vainly.
He, the incarnation of evil.
And by arrangements of magical nature
He turns unrecognisable
Even in the experienced eye.

You obsessively pursue him
Failing to see
That was why he came to be
One who annihilates with such impunity.

He appears your friend, but
The Saint hides many Satans.
He's contemptuous, you know
Of your God-given stupidities
He calls you in question
With affected modesty
And creates of you an object of derision.

You think him to be the pariah
Whom company does exclude
But in the midst of all frenzy
He is feasting in a transitory mood.

Passion is a strict lord
He is also its humble slave
When bereft of common ways,
He strides before you on water
He makes clowns of kings,
Charms the guests, rides the ball
Is the master of disguise

Prince of the thousand-fold face
The charming jester's smile
Which invites reason to demise,
And imaginations rise
Inscrutable yes, venting his spleen
Somewhere night and day between
Is the master of disguise