You thought you were br The master of disguise, br Hiding everything about yourself br As you wove your web of deceit. br You use mystery as your blanket br And rest your head br On a pillow of lies. br Although your eyes may become moist br Under the threat of falling tears, br This is just another tactic br You use for the ultimate effect. br King Midas had the touch of gold br But your eye's, your heart, br Are frozen, cold. br For things you want you strive to keep br Until no longer useful.