Eternal mask you wear, your life cries out to be rescued
Self-dignity would tear the role of the wicked
But when your idols fall you don’t know nothing at all
Repressed under the surface, when the true self forms erupted
Non-idealistic servant, is that mastery that you’re striving for?
Non-idealistic servant, concept of reality seems to be lost
Concealed potential untapped, draped within a shallow smile
True intentions summer in hiding
Underestimated abilities
With senses that stand so firm
Effective ways to find the vein of gold
All the keys you hold into the kingdom forlorn
And with no exceptions for the issued lures
Grasping on to the opportunity hooks
Less is more and more you can get
But the masque forlorn exists when there’s a rise and fall
Prevailing megalomania
Voracity brought a total fiasco
Rusty stains are made by the magic touch
All the gold corrodes when nothing is enough
Rise and fall
The Masque Forlorn
