THE PHANTOM: “I am nothing but a mask, Nothing but a shadow in a world of lights. A fortress made of looking glass Schizophrenia paints a picture in black and white. I can't remember the last time I’ve seen the sun.”
MORGUE: I am nothing but a mask Still everyone you ask, they sing my name. While I’m living this dream of fortune and fame These cheering screams, that critical acclaim.
THE PHANTOM: “Once I was a man with dreams without obscurity Without a mask to hide my pain Without those vile scars I've obtained.”
MORGUE: I run with the hare and hunt with the hounds Every single word is just a simulated sound But in my presence, they find themselves spellbound.
After all, I’m an immaculate freak, with a soul so bleak. But they keep begging for more and more.
What satisfying noise, what soothing sound Divinity's surrounding me I'll never let go this sin of a show.
THE PHANTOM: “In this broken world the crows just fade away. I am nothing but a mask, Nothing but a shadow in a world of lights.”
MORGUE: Bow down. I’m the wizard that casts a spell on all the squires, I’m this world’s desire; I’m the fuel to their fire.