I stand in front of a closet
Thinking what to choose
Who might I become today
In the neverending masquerade
Nice men, nice boys seek the lioness
There's no room in the room for my lion mane
I might be a lamb today
In the neverending masquerade
Grand palace nowhere to be found
Orchestra play eternal waltz
No sense, no twist, no spin
Stiff dancing in a fever dream
Sometimes in a room full of memories
I investigate the versions of myself
Who might I become today
In the neverending masquerade
Grand palace nowhere to be found
Orchestra play eternal waltz
No sense, no twist, no spin
Stiff dancing in a fever dream
One day I will leave the past
Shave my mane, burn the mask
There might be nothing left
From the never ending masquerade
Grand palace, nowhere to be found
Orchestra play eternal waltz
No sense, no twist, no spin
Stiff dancing in a fever dream