Besedila:
Inner Fear Masquerade

by our mirrors This show of phony adulation just masquerades all our fears So we open our eyes at midnight, see the setting of the sun Foundation is crumbling, the inner

mask of flesh Stripped, skinned from Jesus' face Fighting inner demons To overcome a fear to kill. Now I know the answer: Holy Murder Masquerade. Now

t escape Under fatty hands Fear and lust Can?t ignore, can't destroy With scary smiles Fake dreams, conquered-minded generations Abandoned in presence of profit ideas, Searchin' for the inner

a fucking lie, here it will be denied as I've watched you... fail I will give you the gift of guilt when you have failure to answer to. Inner sanctum