retaliate, retribution
revenge, revolution
the signpost says I’m lost
ripples in the poisoned water
disturbing my face
masquerade – it’s not meSomeone cracked my head in
it’s a sin
the world seems to spin
january flowers trambled by a soldier’s boot
he’s wearing nice combat colours
and my blood on his hands
masquerade – it’s not who he really is
our masquerade – our game
playing dead
it’s all gone
no faces behind the masks
no feelings beyond the pain
no peace following the war
restless soldiers
looking for new fights
masquerade
we lost ourselves
in our masquerade