| 作词 : moza/Harlie | |
| 作曲 : moza | |
| I’m in the basement | |
| clouded ash and smoke | |
| Blurry shades are crossing my side | |
| Lousy music is like their puppeteer | |
| their hazy sway | |
| oh oh oh oh | |
| Over-clipping | |
| the howl it slowly deafens me | |
| Been reading their lips | |
| but what lies underneath | |
| Size and shapes | |
| The colors of their masks | |
| say everything | |
| This is a masquerade | |
| Pressure makes my vision narrow | |
| ‘Cause it lead me here | |
| But they don’t know a thing about it | |
| You won’t find me when I disparate | |
| Where’s your sincerity | |
| You think it’s all your choice | |
| I see ‘em dizzy | |
| Is it those whispers | |
| I’m ‘bout to lose my real mind | |
| As the music goes on | |
| Masquerade | |
| Shadows follow me | |
| wherever we go | |
| don’t forget to smile | |
| I’m ‘bout to lose my real mind | |
| When the music goes on | |
| Masquerade | |
| Stepping out | |
| gotta get my head refreshed | |
| Freezing cold am I alright | |
| You see the one | |
| behind this fancy mask is | |
| hiding from it all | |
| Won’t find me when i disparate | |
| Where’s your sincerity | |
| You think it’s all your choice | |
| I see ‘em dizzy | |
| Is it those whispers | |
| I’m ‘bout to lose my real mind | |
| As the music goes on | |
| Masquerade | |
| Shadows follow me wherever we go | |
| don’t forget to smile | |
| I’m ‘bout to lose my real mind | |
| When the music goes on | |
| Masquerade | |
| Pressure makes my vision narrow | |
| ‘Cause it lead me here | |
| But they don’t know a thing about it | |
| You won’t find me when I disparate | |
| Time to get with the party | |
| Masquerade | |
| Masquerade | |
| Masquerade |
| zuo ci : moza Harlie | |
| zuo qu : moza | |
| I' m in the basement | |
| clouded ash and smoke | |
| Blurry shades are crossing my side | |
| Lousy music is like their puppeteer | |
| their hazy sway | |
| oh oh oh oh | |
| Overclipping | |
| the howl it slowly deafens me | |
| Been reading their lips | |
| but what lies underneath | |
| Size and shapes | |
| The colors of their masks | |
| say everything | |
| This is a masquerade | |
| Pressure makes my vision narrow | |
| ' Cause it lead me here | |
| But they don' t know a thing about it | |
| You won' t find me when I disparate | |
| Where' s your sincerity | |
| You think it' s all your choice | |
| I see ' em dizzy | |
| Is it those whispers | |
| I' m ' bout to lose my real mind | |
| As the music goes on | |
| Masquerade | |
| Shadows follow me | |
| wherever we go | |
| don' t forget to smile | |
| I' m ' bout to lose my real mind | |
| When the music goes on | |
| Masquerade | |
| Stepping out | |
| gotta get my head refreshed | |
| Freezing cold am I alright | |
| You see the one | |
| behind this fancy mask is | |
| hiding from it all | |
| Won' t find me when i disparate | |
| Where' s your sincerity | |
| You think it' s all your choice | |
| I see ' em dizzy | |
| Is it those whispers | |
| I' m ' bout to lose my real mind | |
| As the music goes on | |
| Masquerade | |
| Shadows follow me wherever we go | |
| don' t forget to smile | |
| I' m ' bout to lose my real mind | |
| When the music goes on | |
| Masquerade | |
| Pressure makes my vision narrow | |
| ' Cause it lead me here | |
| But they don' t know a thing about it | |
| You won' t find me when I disparate | |
| Time to get with the party | |
| Masquerade | |
| Masquerade | |
| Masquerade |
| zuò cí : moza Harlie | |
| zuò qǔ : moza | |
| I' m in the basement | |
| clouded ash and smoke | |
| Blurry shades are crossing my side | |
| Lousy music is like their puppeteer | |
| their hazy sway | |
| oh oh oh oh | |
| Overclipping | |
| the howl it slowly deafens me | |
| Been reading their lips | |
| but what lies underneath | |
| Size and shapes | |
| The colors of their masks | |
| say everything | |
| This is a masquerade | |
| Pressure makes my vision narrow | |
| ' Cause it lead me here | |
| But they don' t know a thing about it | |
| You won' t find me when I disparate | |
| Where' s your sincerity | |
| You think it' s all your choice | |
| I see ' em dizzy | |
| Is it those whispers | |
| I' m ' bout to lose my real mind | |
| As the music goes on | |
| Masquerade | |
| Shadows follow me | |
| wherever we go | |
| don' t forget to smile | |
| I' m ' bout to lose my real mind | |
| When the music goes on | |
| Masquerade | |
| Stepping out | |
| gotta get my head refreshed | |
| Freezing cold am I alright | |
| You see the one | |
| behind this fancy mask is | |
| hiding from it all | |
| Won' t find me when i disparate | |
| Where' s your sincerity | |
| You think it' s all your choice | |
| I see ' em dizzy | |
| Is it those whispers | |
| I' m ' bout to lose my real mind | |
| As the music goes on | |
| Masquerade | |
| Shadows follow me wherever we go | |
| don' t forget to smile | |
| I' m ' bout to lose my real mind | |
| When the music goes on | |
| Masquerade | |
| Pressure makes my vision narrow | |
| ' Cause it lead me here | |
| But they don' t know a thing about it | |
| You won' t find me when I disparate | |
| Time to get with the party | |
| Masquerade | |
| Masquerade | |
| Masquerade |