Fading Mask - Withering Surface

Waiting For Your Ego

Waiting To Break Free

A Ball Where Noone Sees

Behind The Artificial Eyes

A Mask Weaved By Thought Hands

How Do I Stand A Chance?

Nothing Can Save Me Nomore

I Can’t Escape — From Your Fading Mask

Nothing Is Sacred Nomore

I Can’t Escape — From Your Fading Mask

Nothing Is Blinding Nomore

I Can’t Escape — From Your Fading Mask

Nothing Is Sacred Nomore

I Can’t Escape…

Waiting For Your True Self

Waiting To Explore

Waiting To Be Free

A Ball Where Noone Sees

Behind The Artificial Lies

A Mask Weaved By Wicked Hands

Can I Stand A Chance?

Down The Alley

In The Misty Smog

I See The Parody

Of Her Bleaching Self

Down The Alley

In The Misty Smog

I See Her Shinning

But Not To Me…