Masquerade from Trauma by Kenn Nardi

Masquerade

Faceless, without hesitation
Baseless, pure speculation, no more
Aimless, in blind acclamation
Nameless, a lost generation, unsure

Fear of the future erases the past
We strain at the sutures
From under the casque we've made
We fall into stupor in legion amassed
Reluctant we too are
Adorned for this masquerade

Spineless 'neath crushing placation
Mindless, you preach defamation, appalled
Silenced, the new conversation
Compliant, no sign of vexation at all

Fear of the future erases the past
We strain at the sutures
From under the casque we've made
We fall into stupor in legion amassed
Reluctant we too are
Adorned for this masquerade

Defenseless, against castigation
Portentous, denied machinations
Breathless, the death of a nation
Senseless, a lie our salvation
A lie our salvation...a lie's no salvation

A dull display
The naive swayed
And all dismayed
A dark charade
A fool's parade
This masquerade

Fear of the future erases the past
We strain at the sutures
From under the casque we've made
We fall into stupor in legion amassed
Reluctant we too are
Adorned for this masquerade

• Metal
• anacrusis
• nardi
• progressive metal
• United States