Masquerade Act 4 (Dreams of Sanity)

In which not only the mask dies. So as the year has spent the meaning Of all the hopes - the bitter days. To learn the good within the griefing To hope the best as I start to sink. Why did I have to leave my fears Behind the hills of loneliness? Why did I have to find her here, who loved the black behind my mask? Hand scratching this face - for Christin and the days. Blood dripping on dust - for the love I have lost. My flesh and bones - for the fear and the moans. My life - my pain - to dream with her everyday. This angels voice that fell upon My fading life my fading lies. Christine may you now mask This dying naked soul of mine.