Hearing voices from next room No more strength left to consume I won't be right here waiting for you I've got to find a way out through As the years are passing by Memories I've left behind Stuck in this shithole in this doom Wearing a masquerade costume The rebel artist I've become My own creations to overcome Hearing voices from next room No more strength left to consume I won't be right here waiting for you Wearing a masquerade costume The rebel artist I've become My own creations to overcome Through the darkness in the light I see a different sky