I wear a painted smile, crooked and bright,
In the morning light, I'm a blaze of white,
Eyes like polished mirrors, staring back at me,
But I don't know the stranger they pretend to be.
I'm a shifting face, a whispered lie,
A hollow laugh, a soft disguise,
I'm the joy, the wit, the steady hand,
In the Masked Masquerade, I play my band.
I slip on clever words, sweet and light,
Glitter like gold in the dead of night,
Oh, I'm charming and smart, oh, I'm strong and wild,
A stranger wearing skin like a forgotten child.
I can feel the weight of this restless game,
Every mask carved in someone else's name,
They say it's joy, they say it's pride,
But somewhere in the darkness, the real me died.
I'm a shifting face, a whispered lie,
A hollow laugh, a soft disguise,
I'm the joy, the wit, the steady hand,
In the Masked Masquerade, I play my band.
I was a son, I was a friend, I was a soul of fire,
But these masks pile high, reaching higher and higher,
And when they crack and fade, when the lights go dim,
What's left but a shadow, thin and grim?
In a hall of mirrors, I turn and sway,
Trying on faces to pass the day,
The laughter echoes, but it's brittle and cold,
As I wonder what was real in the life I sold,
I'm a shifting face, a whispered lie,
A hollow laugh, a soft disguise,
I'm the joy, the wit, the steady hand,
In the Masked Masquerade, I play my band.
If I tore off each mask, threw them one by one,
Would I be left staring at the empty sun?
In the end, would I know who I am?
Or just be a mask without a man?
I'm the joy, the wit, the steady hand...
In the Masked Masquerade, I play my band...