Fading Mask lyrics

Song information

Artist: Withering Surface
Album: Ichor

Lyrics

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...

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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