The Masquerade

Disguised, I draw my veil across my face As the light reaches for me, I seek my hiding place Changeling I, incarnate lie, master of all forms except my own Thou call'dst me a dog, before thou had'st a cause But if I'm a dog, beware my fangs Sepulcher, of my innocence From the grave of broken faith I rise This paradigm of virtue, lost No longer burns the passion in my soul Caged, hero brought to his knees Shackled wrists to grindstone bound, eyes stare defiantly Cold, allies turned enemies Laughter in his ears, their mocking jeers, his mind alone still free Destroyer, of these sacred dreams Freedom bought with blood denies the weak Architecture perpetuates disease Worship of the mad invites decay Obeisance to ideals of godhead unhearing Cut out the rot, restructure Abandon corruption, exposure Lobbied payoffs, denature Political sycophants departure Caged, hero brought to his knees Shackled wrists to grindstone bound, eyes stare defiantly Cold, allies turned enemies Laughter in his ears, their mocking jeers, his mind alone still free Caged, hero brought to his knees Shackled wrists, now unbound, eyes stare defiantly Cold, allies turned enemies Their laughter dies in choking cries, the man they mocked now free Free I'm free