We Have Ways to Hurt You - Throes of Dawn

Another me

Another you

We wear the best of our masks

In this masquerade

Of the all-lost emotion

Of all decay

We stand apart

Infected by the sick world

In satin longues

In velvet rooms

The symptoms growing worse

Camouflaged

Among the empty

Court jesters

Lost kings

This is life

This is life

This is life

We take from you