Hearing voices from next room
No more strength left to consume
I won't be right here waiting for you
I've got to find a way out through
As the years are passing by
Memories I've left behind
Stuck in this shithole in this doom
Wearing a masquerade costume
The rebel artist I've become
My own creations to overcome
Hearing voices from next room
No more strength left to consume
I won't be right here waiting for you
Wearing a masquerade costume
The rebel artist I've become
My own creations to overcome
Through the darkness in the light I see a different sky