Sub Rosa - Symptoms of Life, I Тексты

Beyond these iron gates
Waits, my audience, for this night's main play
They urge to see my smile
Although my conscience hangs from last night's crimes

Although my eyes burn, I shall face the dance
Although my tears pour, I shall flood the place
Although my heart aches, I shall grant them trance
This greasepaint mask hides more than just my face
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