Arena Of Concealment

The image of the world I live inBorn into to fall into oblivionIs the huge arena of illusion and deceitNothing's realNot a thing curtain call and the show startsCommonness and self-leceration against the unceasingLape of redemption - ClownsThe masters of disguiseAre man's prototype my fear of the future increasesThis arena is crowded with clownsCurtain call and the show startsJust one tear releases a violent river