metaphor of masks

In this world of masks, we walk. Our hidden faces, our souls bow In this ball of illusions, we get lost. But deep down, we hold We move forward masked, the truth is hidden. Words intertwine in this play of light The blush of smiles, the eyes meet. In this dance of appearances, where everything is revealed Masks in the air, let's break down the barriers. Let's find our truth, free from our cameras In this ball, let's be sincere. Let's dance at last, without our glass masks As we walk, our secrets are revealed. Pretenses fall, our hearts are delivered In this game of appearances, authenticity bursts forth. What if true happiness was behind the masquerade Masks in the air, let's break down the barriers. Let's find our truth, free from our cameras In this ball, let's be sincere. Let's dance at last, without our glass masks We move forward, masks in place. The distorted words accumulate A game is played, an eternal ball in this ball of pretenses Behind the frozen grins, a storm of doubts. Each glance becomes a path without a road We walk like a tightrope walker on the edge of illusions In this theater of shadows, where confusion floats Masks in the air, let's break down the barriers. Let's find our truth, free from our cameras In this ball, let's be sincere. Let's dance at last, without our glass masks And when night comes, the plaster masks fall, giving way to raw truth The souls in theater, in this waltz of appearances Do we still hope to discover under the masks, a semblance of scenery Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh And when night comes, the plaster masks fall, giving way to raw truth The souls in theater, in this waltz of appearances Do we still hope to discover under the masks, a semblance of scenery