Silent Masquerade
“All that glisters is not gold—
Often have you heard that told.
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold.
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been inscrolled.
Fare you well. Your suit is cold—
Cold, indeed, and labor lost.”
Then, farewell, heat, and welcome, frost!"
(The Merchant Of Venice - Act II, scene 7)
Red arises in the sky of Sunday morning
Washing the face of the mountain by the sea
I am the present without knowledge, without warning
The child in me will never cease to be
Is not the future we see, endless daze of fantasies
The ocean whispering me time really doesn't exist
Now I'm drifting away, imprisoned by our memories
Love was just a word until you gave it meaning
Go on and find the prince of crime
Temptation keeps you satisfied
Distort your sight I suffocate
In your silent masquerade
Leave me as victim of your lies
Salvation cannot help you hide
Won't hear me cry I suffocate
In your silent masquerade
No one can tell the games that we play will last forever
No matter we tried, we never got a chance
Go on and find the prince of crime
Temptation keeps you satisfied
Distort your sight I suffocate
In your silent masquerade
Leave me as victim of your lies
Salvation cannot help you hide
Won't hear me cry I suffocate
In your silent masquerade
Go on and find the prince of crime
Temptation keeps you satisfied
Distort your sight I suffocate
In your silent masquerade
Leave me as victim of your lies
Salvation cannot help you hide
Won't hear me cry I suffocate
In your silent masquerade
"There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures".
(Julius Caesar - Act IV, scene 3) W. Shakespeare
