歌词
Through the searching lights that weave and dart
Comes the stranger that cares not for your heart
The pain of living life this way
Must take its toll on you some day
Your jaded eyes can't see
Embarrassment or harm
The frail skin that bleeds
Emotionally on guard
All lowest forms of life
Are pounding you inside
Your hollow cold display
Your tired masquerade
Let the image that you present entice
Unlike the mirror that shows the strains of vice
This act of contact your decay
While willing souls will more than pay
Your jaded eyes can't see
Embarrassment or harm
The frail skin that bleeds
Emotionally on guard
All lowest forms of life
Are pounding you inside
Your hollow cold display
Your tired masquerade
Written by: Gregory John Mackintosh, Nick Holmes
