Confessions - Peter Murphy

I could use your gullibility

Distort the painful truth

Present a fear and laugh at you

Leave you lost unsure removed

The must I feel to put it right

Put an end to naive faith

In slick successes avenue

The vacuum of save face

Direct words can turn lost minds

Towards some monster seed

Lyrics sung from pretty looks

Can on the reader feed

Be strong to check and recognise

The pretty face is all

But being used to sell you songs

That never say it all

The incident meets the senses

The illusions in a mask

The sun of a summer afternoon

Docility rocks the mask

Broken loose from moorings

In a flash the swell had passed

Towards the beach with unabated speed

Confessions of a mask