I need the lies
to suit everything to my way of thinking.
i need the getaways
to make everything call me to come back.
i need you
to deceive me and give me a sense of true illusion.
i just need;
need things that will surely destroy me later.

i never dream,
i never wish,
always in a state of fear.
i try to cry
i try to bleed
but nothing ever comes out of me
and it's all right this way,
yeah- i think that life would work out OK,
as long as i keep this masquerade.

don't save me,
don't you ever try to change me,
just fight me,
love me, tease me, kiss me, kill me.
i don't expect anything else from you,
just so you know,
everyone lies and deceive and cheat...

but that's all right that way,
yeah - i think life would work out OK,
everything will be just fine
as long as i keep this masquerade.