Masquerade - Golden Dawn

I can’t stand that hypnotizing masquerade that is draining me

Synchronizing brains and feelings

Paralyzing fantasy

Where is the sense behind this illusion?

Slaves to machines can’t stop the confusion

My eyes are blent

They won’t repent ursurping the dominion of my mind

Truth mixed with lies, fools' paradise

Drifting through their maze of hollow worlds

This is the final tragedy

The revelation in front of me

Now I can see the link to where worlds are born

There is no truth after all

It is on you…

Master or slave…

Masquerade is no disguise

There are no gods in empty skies

Man creates what man’s world is

No one is there for my release