Masquerade Lyrics - Corey Cyr

Greasers 'neath the streetlight 

Through the break of midnight 

Share a drink and sing a tune. 

Speaking of their day 

Trial and error of their ways 

Of falling to the howler's moon. 

They are on the scene 

Treating themselves to be 

Jesters to the king and queen 

While the gentile and blind 

Slowly lose their minds 

O'r the lies that they have foreseen. 

Like you they choose to smile 

And of course all the while 

They can't do what they please. 

Their emotion is hidden 

And their soul is forbidden 

While they stray from their destinies. 

Inside your side-street booth 

You pawn your lies off as truth 

But I can see the black through the blue 

Soon everyone will see 

Like you've shown unto me 

The color that lies inside you