Masquerade (Dawn Golden)

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