FACADE ~ MEPHISTO WALTZ
Like broken dreams of rich men who really don't have much
A pocketbook of promises, their dreams are made of such
But silent desperation sold, they shop for what they want
They say stop it are you using me come talk to me in grunts
Because of mass frustrations, emotions hid in chains
How no forever can be measured eventually it just has to fade
Yet as a hunger beckons me in fear I heed the call
A desire comes to me, arresting touch as I recoil
The passion draws me from my sleep
I awaken from the darkest dreams
The secret eyes did laugh at me and nothings ever as it seems
The whispered promise I'll never hear
We're just passing with the night
These empty hands with touch unfelt are driving me from your saving light
The devils dancing in my veins there's a hatred in my mind
I'm disillusioned from my trust this moment's lost all out of time
The promise in my isolation I'm lost with you inside
A part of me is still unused this mask for me to hide behind
