Withering Surface - Fading Mask Lyrics

Waiting For Your Ego

Waiting To Break Free



A Ball Where Noone Sees

Behind The Artificial Eyes

A Mask Weaved By Thought Hands

How Do I Stand A Chance?



Nothing Can Save Me Nomore

I Can't Escape - From Your Fading Mask

Nothing Is Sacred Nomore

I Can't Escape - From Your Fading Mask



Nothing Is Blinding Nomore

I Can't Escape - From Your Fading Mask

Nothing Is Sacred Nomore

I Can't Escape....



Waiting For Your True Self

Waiting To Explore

Waiting To Be Free

A Ball Where Noone Sees



Behind The Artificial Lies

A Mask Weaved By Wicked Hands

Can I Stand A Chance?



Down The Alley

In The Misty Smog

I See The Parody

Of Her Bleaching Self



Down The Alley

In The Misty Smog

I See Her Shinning

But Not To Me....