The Mask Songtext
von Dracma

Outside the multitude′s waiting
The culture conscience heats in their hearts
It's a Friday evening sensation
An art piece that dirty cunts can′t buy
They feel a nice fascination
A shield of happiness keeps their minds
Don't care about the performance
I'll tell you a short tale if you let me explain
The violence of theatre′s war
The wild connection between man and soul
My hands painting the air
A voice across the darkness
The actor tells his tale
Maybe tomorrow you′ll still be dazed
Or maybe not but tonight you're mine
The curtain′s knife edge now stands so high
The axe of the killer will finish my mind
The violence of theatre's war
The wild connection between man and soul
The extreme sincerity of my art


The sweet emotion that burns into my heart
Two hearts painting the air
The beast and soul join us
The silence says so much
The memories fall above you
An actor tells his tale
The sound of whispers after the applause
Dissolves our mental chains
The neon lights that I′ll never see
Separate you more and more from me
Another kind of wisdom comes
To illuminate my dreams
One single cell of a poet's brain
Appears to fall in love with me
So maybe I′ll forget my anger
Maybe I will taste this greed in my veins
A pleasant way to die in action
Or cross the heaven's gate
Heaven's gate
But now you′re gone and I surrender
I thought that I could be strong not to awake
Another experience of possession
A knock door tells he stayed
Said my name

Across the seven seas of nowhere
Under the bright of grace and soul
A long road makes me walk forever
To feel your heat just one more time