Masquerade
Brightly colored masks
Lined up on the wall.
Waiting to take part
In the 仮面舞踏会 ball.
Smoothly shaped plastic
Fitted to flesh,
Each of their disguises
Much like the rest.
Hiding the scars,
Unsightly disfigurements,
Ways they are marred,
Ways they are different.
Each of them has one,
Hiding the truth,
Things that are ugly,
Battles of youth.
Smothering plastic
Hinders my breath,
Tightly laced ribbon
Cuts into my head.
"Just take it off"
The insistent voice says.
"Then あなた could breath.
You'd be free again.
Remember the days
When life was so simple.
The whole world was good,
And yours soft and simple.
Those days are gone.
あなた can't get them back.
This new world's not easy.
Things aren't white and black.
Maybe you'll fail,
Just curl up and die.
Maybe you'll fall,
Perhaps あなた won't try.
または maybe you'll do well,
find success in your task.
I know one way to start.
Take off your mask."
"I would take it off,"
I insist to the voice
"If it were up to me,
but this isn't my choice!
I long for the courage
To step out of line.
But the crowd presses in.
I'm restrained on all sides."
Birghtly colored masks.
A game of charades.
Hiding the scars of the twisted parade.
Brightly colored masks
Lined up on the wall.
Waiting to take part
In the 仮面舞踏会 ball.
Smoothly shaped plastic
Fitted to flesh,
Each of their disguises
Much like the rest.
Hiding the scars,
Unsightly disfigurements,
Ways they are marred,
Ways they are different.
Each of them has one,
Hiding the truth,
Things that are ugly,
Battles of youth.
Smothering plastic
Hinders my breath,
Tightly laced ribbon
Cuts into my head.
"Just take it off"
The insistent voice says.
"Then あなた could breath.
You'd be free again.
Remember the days
When life was so simple.
The whole world was good,
And yours soft and simple.
Those days are gone.
あなた can't get them back.
This new world's not easy.
Things aren't white and black.
Maybe you'll fail,
Just curl up and die.
Maybe you'll fall,
Perhaps あなた won't try.
または maybe you'll do well,
find success in your task.
I know one way to start.
Take off your mask."
"I would take it off,"
I insist to the voice
"If it were up to me,
but this isn't my choice!
I long for the courage
To step out of line.
But the crowd presses in.
I'm restrained on all sides."
Birghtly colored masks.
A game of charades.
Hiding the scars of the twisted parade.
Give away to the morning
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the 日 go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the 日 go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...