Six Strings To Cover Fear - Subterranean Masquerade

Those eyes have seen the best of days

Turning the countdown clock

A salty taste of a waterfall, thick colored fog

Bathing in the gaze of a sacred desire under the warmth of the sun

Senseless we adored the freedom, we danced for kingdom come

Twelve weeks already in this place

Turning, the countdown clock

X is sitting in his chair, he’s half white

And I’m half blue

At night, the screams from upstairs muting the storms outside

And I still ask myself the same old questions

Is the carnival on tonight?

As time passes me by, I avoid my painful doubt

That in a time of bleed, I need you by my side

But why is it that you always vanish

Like a mirage in summer nightLeaving just a shadow — so vivid, can’t see

anything esle for miles

And by the time you make your mind to take the pill

Division bells ringing down the elevator shaft

Welcome to the seventh floor rhymes well with velvet cream

Your crime in passion, last will, paint in purple

Six strings to cover fear