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