This masquerade doesn't tell you
My inside, frame of mind, or my truth
My veil, it won't let you see
My failures, my iniquities, or my hurt
Do I need a savior? Do I need this son?
Fires in the heavens
They say are soon to come
Deliverance from the mighty one
Can I find a home?
Many rooms have been prepared
Never thought, of one my own
Darkness, all surrounding
It smothers my very breath, I feel it's sting
Am I just some puppet?
Among this crowd, I'm just a clown
Who is it that pulls my strings?
I need a savior, I need the son
Fires in the heavens, rolling on and on
Deliverance from the mighty
Bring me to your home
Many rooms have been prepared
Please father may I have one?
Deliver me, deliver me
From this masquerade, oh, God, deliver me
Deliver me, deliver me
You told me who I am, and delivered me
