Standing by the window of your broken penthouse wall
Staring at the telephone and waiting for a call
Your studio is ruined by the hours spent inside
And the face in the reflection has nowhere left to hide


Masquerade to hide your broken face
Try to hide the voices of your internalized tirade
Full of beauty like the pages from your mind
But it's heavenly to hide the hell inside


Hunch behind the paper and avert your eyes away
When you look a little closer and your mind can see the date
You take a breath and inhale the smell of bottled fears
Stored it when that penthouse was your prison for a year


Masquerade to hide your broken face
Try to hide the voices of your internalized tirade
Full of beauty like the pages from your mind
But it's heavenly to hide the hell inside


Demons of your anxious state of mind
Locked you up in hope that you would die
Don’t know what the daylight brings
Is it just another masquerade for me


Masquerade to hide your broken face
Try to hide the voices of your internalized tirade
Full of beauty like the pages from your mind
But it's heavenly to hide the hell inside