Strain is torturing your mind And beating in your veins Your rage is caged by your persona and manners. Pain is now part of your face Washed by the scarlet rain and covered with the mask of loathsome slander!
Life is like the stage and screen, you're dressing for the final scene. You mask your face, You start your race.
Forget your past, It's turned to dust! Forget your past, It's turned to dust!
You can never been alone, Can never been yourself, You're always in the centre of masquerade. You have locked you heart in stone, A costume you can't escape, You're now the leader of this Death Parade!