Chapter 3: Masquerade's Veil

[Verse 1]

The mask he wears takes on varies types of abilities

The chameleon effect, he takes on things importantly

He cannot stop thinking of the past and reminiscing

He tries to let the burdens out instead of thinking

Afraid on the stage he has no friends beside him

The goose bumps and the shivering that lies on his skin

The symphony plays loud he has no will to compose

The eyes that expected greatness now look supposed

Carried with regrets because he takes on his own way

Worried of disappearing so he makes sure they pay

His identity doesn’t stop fading, only left with memories

The real him doesn’t understand the whiny pleads

But he is unashamed, he enjoys what he likes

Even with an empty crowd he continues to fight

The battle for his identity, his face is slipping

Fighting against the wind that blows suffering

He has a choice to follow mainstream and go with the flow

But he chooses against it and his face crumbles slow

Time is not on his side, now and not any other day

The presenter named Jazz shakes as he steps on the stage