This masquerade doesn't tell you My inside, frame of mind, or my truth My veil, it won't let you see My failures, my iniquities, or my hurt Do I need a savior? Do I need this son? Fires in the heavens They say are soon to come Deliverance from the mighty one Can I find a home? Many rooms have been prepared Never thought, of one my own Darkness, all surrounding It smothers my very breath, I feel it's sting Am I just some puppet? Among this crowd, I'm just a clown Who is it that pulls my strings? I need a savior, I need the son Fires in the heavens, rolling on and on Deliverance from the mighty Bring me to your home Many rooms have been prepared Please father may I have one? Deliver me, deliver me From this masquerade, oh, God, deliver me Deliver me, deliver me You told me who I am, and delivered me