MORGUE: What satisfying noise from the grandstand.
Raise the curtain. The stage is mine.
THEPHANTOM:"I am nothing but a mask,
Nothing but a shadow in a world of lights.
A fortress made of looking glass
Schizophrenia paints a picture in black and white.
I can't remember the last time I've seen the sun."
MORGUE: I am nothing but a mask
Still everyone you ask, they sing my name.
While I'm living this dream of fortune and fame
Those cheering screams, that critical acclaim.
THE PHANTOM:"Once I was a man with dreams without obscurity
Without a mask to hide my pain
Without those vile scars I've obtained."
MORGUE: I run with the hare and hunt with the hounds
Every single word is just a simulated sound
But in my presence, they find themselves spellbound.
After all, I'm an immaculate freak, with a soul so bleak.
But they keep chanting for more and more.
What satisfying noise, what soothing sound
Divinity's surrounding me
I'll never let go this sin of a show.
THEPHANTOM: "In this broken world the crows just fade away.
I am nothing but a mask,
Nothing but a shadow in a world of lights."
MORGUE: Bow down.
I'm the wizard that casts a spell on all the squires,
I'm this world's desire; I'm the fuel to their fire.