Lyrics

WORDS THE PERFECT MASK
PAINT THE PERFECT PICTURE
THE BRUSH THE STROKE
THE MIRRORS THE SMOKE
FICTION IS AN OPEN BOOK

RAISE YOUR HARLEQUIN
LETS BEGIN
THE MASQUERADE
THE GRAND CHARADE

GRAY MOST THE TIME
IS IT EVER BLACK AND WHITE
INTERPRETATION EXAGGERATION
CHANGES WITH EVERY LOOK
MORE SUGAR FOR THE HOOK

SOUNDS LIKE WHATEVER YOU WANT IT TO
THERE ARE NO LIES IN ABSENCE FO THE TRUTH.