Mask Songtext
von Wynardtage

Broken the shades
As you feeling old
Return to yourself
To your empty throne
You are not afraid
But lonesome for sure
The smell of that burning
Seduces so pure


And all of the wishes
The well promised highs
The hunger of lovers
Pushed up with lies

But all of the prayings
The outspoken dreams
Freezing your hunger
The meaning of things

And all of the smiles
And the following cries
The hungriest lovers
Refreshing the lies


But all of the shoutings
The outliving dreams
Freezing your hunger
The meaning of things