The Mad Masquerade
The mad masquerade is a vile and venomous and villianous thing
Masks in front hide bad beasts within...while wearing their smiles and their innocent
grins
Thoughts and ideas turn into iniquity and sin
Held together with needles and pins...their false facades start to rip and tear
Best beware as truth starts to win
The mad masquerade is nearing its end
Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light...confusing and confounding...
Making wrong seem right
Sweating as time slips away like snakes in swamplands
It slips through his fingers like grains of invisible sand
Deceiving and devouring every single soul he can
The mad masquerade is his last and final stand
Disguises,devices and insanity inventions...in the name of medicine,man,and science
they make deep and dark indentions
With evil intentions the masquerade keeps marching on
They're leading to perdition as the band plays on and on and on...
But soon the lightning flashes from the east into the west and their masks all burst
into flames
God watches and He waits...truth kills the lie like torches in the night
Tick tock the clock stops on a dime
The mad masquerade is running out of time
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2011
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