Woorden: Candlefuse. Other. Masquerade.

You play the fool, you play the game
You play the saint when you're to blame
You hide your face with a plastic smile
With an honest lie and a swindler's style
So here's your invitation

Welcome to this masquerade, my friend
Everybody knows your name here
Painted faces mark this hit parade again
Are you here to stay?

It chills to touch your serpent skin
Just knowing how you love the sin
And even though you think you're sly
A coat of lamb won't get you by
So here's your invitation

Ungrateful, unshameful
Watching your house of lies crash down on your life
He's faithful, so faithful
To wash it all away