The Finale
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In desolate places, I leave all my faces. The masks and disguises, construction of lies.

The Finale

In desolate places,

In desolate places, I leave all my faces.

In desolate places, I leave all my faces. The masks and disguises,

In desolate places, I leave all my faces. The masks and disguises, construction of lies.

In desolate places, I leave all my faces. The masks and disguises, construction of lies. The spotlight of fear,

In desolate places, I leave all my faces. The masks and disguises, construction of lies. The spotlight of fear, my delight,

In desolate places, I leave all my faces. The masks and disguises, construction of lies. The spotlight of fear, my delight, and demise.

As curtains close,

As curtains close, applause fades,

As curtains close, applause fades, Alone with the shadows of self that pervades.

As curtains close, applause fades, Alone with the shadows of self that pervades. Ghosts of the past, that once were true.

As curtains close, applause fades, Alone with the shadows of self that pervades. Ghosts of the past, that once were true. Withered and lost, in my daily debut.

As curtains close, applause fades, Alone with the shadows of self that pervades. Ghosts of the past, that once were true. Withered and lost, in my daily debut. To please and to pleasure, a pointless measure.

As curtains close, applause fades, Alone with the shadows of self that pervades. Ghosts of the past, that once were true. Withered and lost, in my daily debut. To please and to pleasure, a pointless measure. Unable to escape, I'm asleep but awake.

I wriggle and writhe in my own divide,

I wriggle and writhe in my own divide, Tearing apart from depths deep inside.

I wriggle and writhe in my own divide, Tearing apart from depths deep inside. Empty halls

I wriggle and writhe in my own divide, Tearing apart from depths deep inside. Empty halls and vacant seats,

I wriggle and writhe in my own divide, Tearing apart from depths deep inside. Empty halls and vacant seats, Angels and demons fatefully meet.

Crimson flows as roses fall,

Crimson flows as roses fall, The closing act as curtains call.

Crimson flows as roses fall, The closing act as curtains call. My death is rebirth,

Crimson flows as roses fall, The closing act as curtains call. My death is rebirth, the dove

Crimson flows as roses fall, The closing act as curtains call. My death is rebirth, the dove and the crow,

Crimson flows as roses fall, The closing act as curtains call. My death is rebirth, the dove and the crow, A final bow at the end of my show.

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