Everyone wears a different face
Just like in a Masquerade
One face for day and another mask for night
Hiding beneath the twisted words
One flash, kindness
The next flash, cruelness
Masks flutter about
Hiding who we really are
The pathetic souls who comfort in
Wearing a new indenity
Sharing in a new face
Trust the mask that leads you
Feel it, grasp it, know it
Prima Donna casts her spell on the stage
Broken only by one voice
The Angel of Music is the one
A phantom in disguise
A murderer on the outside
A musical genius on the inside
Pertrachan lover at best
Teaching his love to sing
Ever since the days of youth
The Patron changes her views
She no longer loves her tutor
Betrayed and dismayed does the Angel become
She was his only love.
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