Echoes of my heart, filled with illusion.
Mirrors of reason made many illusions,
Life is an illusion filled with insanity.
'Sanity and Insanity' made of "Insanity."
Sucking my logic, out of my heart.
Drifting my Home out of my heart.
Sitting on this graveyard,
I see the 'Mask-men' pass by.
Luring me with their hypnotic songs,
Buy this Mask, buy that Mask.
Made of gold and silver.
Then, suck my blood! for the Mask!
Do, I buy?
Or deny?
or die.....? Putting on this Masks!