| Song | The Great Charade |
| Artist | Elegy |
| Album | Forbidden Fruit |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Larrs, Parry | |
| An' through the mist | |
| I see, an image standing there | |
| But do my eyes deceive me | |
| I'm seeing what | |
| I see, what is reality | |
| It's just a game | |
| The great charade, which we play | |
| Are we here, to pick out the clues | |
| Opposites they always meet... try to focus try to see | |
| Nothing here is what it seems.. in this world, nothing's real | |
| Try to focus try to see... where opposites always meet | |
| Nothing in this world is real... nothing here is what it seems | |
| A concept so surreal, this abstract world in view | |
| With no beginning or ending | |
| Our rationality, we think therefore we are | |
| If it's a game, who makes the rules | |
| An' now the mist has cleared, thyn eyes the truth they see | |
| Beneath the mysteries, the magic | |
| Our future is in our hands, if we are who we are | |
| The choice is ours, if we choose |
| zuo qu : Larrs, Parry | |
| An' through the mist | |
| I see, an image standing there | |
| But do my eyes deceive me | |
| I' m seeing what | |
| I see, what is reality | |
| It' s just a game | |
| The great charade, which we play | |
| Are we here, to pick out the clues | |
| Opposites they always meet... try to focus try to see | |
| Nothing here is what it seems.. in this world, nothing' s real | |
| Try to focus try to see... where opposites always meet | |
| Nothing in this world is real... nothing here is what it seems | |
| A concept so surreal, this abstract world in view | |
| With no beginning or ending | |
| Our rationality, we think therefore we are | |
| If it' s a game, who makes the rules | |
| An' now the mist has cleared, thyn eyes the truth they see | |
| Beneath the mysteries, the magic | |
| Our future is in our hands, if we are who we are | |
| The choice is ours, if we choose |
| zuò qǔ : Larrs, Parry | |
| An' through the mist | |
| I see, an image standing there | |
| But do my eyes deceive me | |
| I' m seeing what | |
| I see, what is reality | |
| It' s just a game | |
| The great charade, which we play | |
| Are we here, to pick out the clues | |
| Opposites they always meet... try to focus try to see | |
| Nothing here is what it seems.. in this world, nothing' s real | |
| Try to focus try to see... where opposites always meet | |
| Nothing in this world is real... nothing here is what it seems | |
| A concept so surreal, this abstract world in view | |
| With no beginning or ending | |
| Our rationality, we think therefore we are | |
| If it' s a game, who makes the rules | |
| An' now the mist has cleared, thyn eyes the truth they see | |
| Beneath the mysteries, the magic | |
| Our future is in our hands, if we are who we are | |
| The choice is ours, if we choose |