[Intro]
Come in, little moth
Beckoned to the flame
Grace us with a dance
Welcome to the masquerade
Take wing, my angel, break off your chains
Rapture is a haven where the great are not constrained
Feel how the freedom of expression liberates
But the ebb and flow will come and go in waves
Strip away the artifice, of what are you made?
A medium of blood and flesh, let the world become a stage
There's an art to war and a war to art the same
But I am not the one with which a war you want to wage
[Verse 1]
Make a weapon of the instrument you play
But if the key's predictable, the signature must change
I've laid you down a canvas, which shortly you will stain
With a palette of your sweat and tears, coursing through your veins
Is an unconceived masterpiece, put the paint to practice
Unadulterated 'til your hands take action
Make crickets of the critics, all devoid of thought or vision
Unfamiliar to our labor with irreverent opinion
Plaster them with imperfect purpose
Bare yourself, draw back the curtains
Show us how tragic your story is
After all, I know you've wanted an audience
Underneath your untested, unquestioned desire
Lies a disdained creator, dishonesty conspires
To supplant ingenuity with ugliest conformance
Put your mask on, give us a performance
(Give us a performance, give us a performance, give us—, gi—)
Come in, little moth
Beckoned to the flame
Grace us with a dance
Welcome to the masquerade
Take wing, my angel, break off your chains
Rapture is a haven where the great are not constrained
Feel how the freedom of expression liberates
But the ebb and flow will come and go in waves
Strip away the artifice, of what are you made?
A medium of blood and flesh, let the world become a stage
There's an art to war and a war to art the same
But I am not the one with which a war you want to wage
[Verse 1]
Make a weapon of the instrument you play
But if the key's predictable, the signature must change
I've laid you down a canvas, which shortly you will stain
With a palette of your sweat and tears, coursing through your veins
Is an unconceived masterpiece, put the paint to practice
Unadulterated 'til your hands take action
Make crickets of the critics, all devoid of thought or vision
Unfamiliar to our labor with irreverent opinion
Plaster them with imperfect purpose
Bare yourself, draw back the curtains
Show us how tragic your story is
After all, I know you've wanted an audience
Underneath your untested, unquestioned desire
Lies a disdained creator, dishonesty conspires
To supplant ingenuity with ugliest conformance
Put your mask on, give us a performance
(Give us a performance, give us a performance, give us—, gi—)
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