The Masquerade

Thunder crowns the silence
A feast for shallow plates
What can we do to slow down
The madness of deadlines?

Time bleeds on the outside
Life screams from within
News falls down like mourning rain
On a world drowning in grief

The Sun is buried
In toxic clouds
Empty roads
With no light to be found
Faith denies
The soul runs dry
And bodies burn together
Under a collapsing sky

Is there life before death?
Or do we run without breath?
Is there life before death?
Or do we only pretend to wake?
Behind the masks we wear
Beneath the storm we face
Is there life before death?
Or just survival in its place?

Fingers like blind serpents
Hollow to the bone
Crawling, thirsty, desperate
For the everlasting thing

That thing
That thing
Now everything is a great show
That thing
That thing
A shining void with an empty soul

The Sun is buried
In toxic clouds
Empty roads
With no light to be found
Faith denies
The soul runs dry
And bodies burn together
Under a collapsing sky

Is there life before death?
Or do we run without breath?
Is there life before death?
Or do we only pretend to wake?
Behind the masks we wear
Beneath the storm we face
Is there life before death?
Or just survival in its place?

I fear the dive into darkness
I fear what it will cost
Every lifeboat takes a soul
From everyone already lost

And here I ask myself
While the world forgets to breathe
If we are still alive
Why do we never feel free?

Shallow plates
Poison rain
Blind serpents
Dead faith
Naked flames
Bodies fall
The masquerade
Consumes us all

Is there life before death?
Or do we run without breath?
Is there life before death?
Or do we only pretend to wake?
Behind the masks we wear
Beneath the storm we face
Is there life before death?
Or just survival in its place?

Thunder crowns the silence
And I try to breathe
Is there life before death?