Masquerade / Epilogie

Staring eyes around me
No helping hands
Numb and cold
Standing here alone
And see the laughing crowd

This is our masquerade
A reflection of ourselves
Behind the shining surface
Discover scum and hate

Egoism dictates
Our relations
Nothing will change
when they'll slaughter us
Refrain

Trust in false beliefs
Praise the lord
It makes no difference
Only haze remains

I'm waiting for deliverance
Even if my reasons are just trivial
It's better to leave now
Than to lose myself in this masked crowd