Masonic Mess [hardcore] - The Maskmaker (2012) | Текст песни

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• Masonic Mess [hardcore]
• The Maskmaker (2012)

I am composing the masks right on my face
And selling them to idiots
Like fooling them all around -
So I am incredibly rich and ace.

My masks make all the women blush and sweat
And I exalt the colours by the black,
To be the show for eyes.
I am all surround by those who want to purchase
And get lots of my masks.

I love noone, but I only love myself, х2
I trust noone, but I only trust myself. х2

Everything I need's - power, money, face.
Everything I have's - power, money, face.
I undergo into other's fates,
Taking off the mask of make up.
I am becomming richer because of
My shifting of the fates.

And I can never get enought.
Beware, my friend, I'm comming for you now.
And surely you are gonna want my new mask.

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