Testo Masquerade

I can't stand that hypnotizing masquerade that is draining me
Synchronizing brains and feelings
Paralyzing fantasy

Where is the sense behind this illusion?
Slaves to machines can't stop the confusion

My eyes are blent They won't repent ursurping the dominion of my mind
Truth mixed with lies, fools' paradise
Drifting through their maze of hollow worlds

This is the final tragedy
The revelation in front of me
Now I can see the link to where worlds are born
There is no truth after all
It is on you...
Master or slave...

Masquerade is no disguise
There are no gods in empty skies
Man creates what man's world is
No one is there for my release