Masquerade

Does your palette whisper,  secrets   Of colours while they bleed,     Do you paint the roses with your screams, another fool in the masquerade another painter on the stage

    Does your palette whisper secrets

    Of colours while they bleed,

    Do you paint the roses with your screams...

Come,

    Feed the graves,

    Fill the silence,

    With your greed.

   Is your hunger,

   All,

Everything that you need?

We forge our chains

    We, serve the silence,

    In our fear we are enslaved.

    We empower,

    Every evil,

    Every demon,

    Every terror,

    We are willing,

We are slaves.

Comes the morning,

    Birth the Dawn

    The end of mourning,

    When tears become the dew,

     The hope we will not see,

  We close our eyes,

   While denying,

The hope we once knew.

 Comes the thunder

comes the rain,

    Comes lightning,

comes the pain

    Come destruction

    Comes the rage

    Another song

    Another dance

    Another fool

    Lost upon the stage....

    The masquerade.

All music and verse copyright Donnie L Harper Jr.

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