I’m tired of running
I’ve nothing left inside
The storm has got me cornered
There’s nowhere left to hide
Somehow I thought I’d make it
I must have been mistaken
I thought the masks would save me
But now I feel forsaken
I feel so calm before the storm
Though I know my end is near
It seems almost a blessing
There is no pain, there is no fear
At least I know that I can stop
Running this crazy race today
The storm has come to clean the slate
And blow what’s left of me away
Who would have thought the masks would win
Oh I still hoped I might get clear
and free myself at last of them
But it’s too late too late...
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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