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Here is the sixth and final track on our EP, The Masquerade! (c) Forgotten Faces, 2015.

Lyrics:
Come one, come all eager to be
Inside the prosperous sanctuary.
Come with us, for we all must hide.
Disregard all the others who died.
Pestilence so fatal and dire,
Bodies burning in the funeral pyre.
Blood is its avatar and its seal.
The masque of the death is soon to be revealed.

Round, they spin in revelry and jest,
Blissfully unaware of what awaits them in the dark.

Be swayed by the music,
(Strike the hour and the world will never see you again).
One by one, they submit to masquerade.
Sleeping safe in ignorance,
(Strike the hour and the world will never see you again).
Bleeding face in the deathly masquerade, the masquerade.

Seven chambers dressed in tone,
No one dares tread the last one alone.
The clock chimes for their discontent,
Unsettled in the masquerade jest.
Come one, come all, we're starting the ball!
But who is that stranger there in the hall?
Cloak of black and face is red,
Imitation of victim to the Red Death.

He passes through, parting the crowds, he stalks.
As the midnight bell begins to sound, he walks.

Heading for the room with scarlet glass,
The prince follows as the revelers pass.
Pull back the rotted hood to see,
The stranger is the disease!

The bodies falling one by one,
And all are dead before the sun.
With one last gasping, dying breath,
You can't escape the Red Death.

Credits:
Music written and performed by Forgotten Faces; Lyrics written by Cesar Rivera II and Hunter Fisher; Guitars and bass performed by Cesar Rivera II; Drums performed by Lucas Rivera; Vocals performed by Cesar Rivera II and Ryan James of Saturn Descends.
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The weight of the world is killing me
Resting on my back, he who holds the globe
Deceiving me, urging me to fall
I shall turn my back at the end of it all
A fragile beam of light casting down on me
Well I feel that the world is falling just before my fucking feet
I am the lost
You are the fucking deprived 
Disrespected, left for dead, and I'm lost for words at best
Tearing slowly through my consiousness I will not repeant
Breathe in the air let the words sink into your fucking skin
And I swear, oh I swear the apprehension take ahold 
As we begin (x2)
Through the years we've seen a different kind of pain
Growing deep beneath the surface
Waiting for a chance to break away
from all your negativity 
A different kind of pain
I see you standing in the dark
A broken soul abandoned from the start
I feel the evil growing from deep within
 my broken soul 
is lost in the trenches of hades gates (X2)
And I'm bleeding from the inside out
It's nothing new
But it is more then I would like to confess to you
From the inside out
My eyes have seen horrific struggles of loyalties rotted and strived 
Demon eyes staring back into mine, I wonder what has happened to my life
The path I lead is just a misconception, will I ever look past my pride? 
Clinging slowly to my life
Through the years we've seen a different kind of pain
Growing deep beneath the surface
Waiting for your chance to break away
from all your negativity
A different kind of pain
I'm not lost I'm fucking deprived

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