Fool's Desire

Written by: Joseph Camp

I can hear your voice, I can feel your touch.
Behind me is the harsh strike of perfection.
I can make your choice, I can endure so much.
In front of me you slip and you stumble.
I can see you dance, I can be locked in your embrace.
Far away from us lies a dress for the occasion.
We fell for each other at the first chance, this silence is all that's in place.
All I know is how to be humble.
Locked away in your embrace, locked away in your embrace.
We're in a dead masquerade.
Never to stay away.
Thoughts of suicide always holds it's sway.
We're in a dark Wonderland.
Always cursed to have blood on our hands.
The missing roles in this play we will never understand.
Our burning fire is a Fool's Desire.
You can live my life, can't you feel my tears?
Inside of me lust is corrupting.
I can go back to the knife, I can't face my fears.
Outside I'm a social outcast.
Can you sense my pain? I'm losing your embrace.
In your heart I can see that you're trusting.
With the demons slain, your love is all that's left for me to chase.
All I know is fear of my next breath being your last.
Locked away in your embrace, locked away in your embrace.
We're in a dead masquerade.
Never to stay away.
Thoughts of suicide always holds it's sway.
We're in a dark Wonderland.
Always cursed to have blood on our hands.
The missing roles in this play we will never understand.
Our burning fire is a Fool's Desire.
YOU ARE THE SHADOW I FOLLOW!
THE FINAL PLIGHT OF DEATH!
I'M YOUR BLACK VIGILANTE MASKED WITH SORROW!
THIS LATEST TESTAMENT IS SURVIVAL'S LAST BREATH!
Locked away in your embrace, locked away in your embrace.
We're in a dead masquerade.
Never to stay away.
Thoughts of suicide always holds it's sway.
We're in a dark Wonderland.
Always cursed to have blood on our hands.
The missing roles in this play we will never understand.
Our burning fire is a Fool's Desire.