Peter Murphy Confessions
I could use your gullibility Distort the painful truth Present a fear and laugh at you Leave you lost unsure removed The must I feel to put it right Put an end to naive faith In slick successes avenue The vacuum of save face Direct words can turn lost minds Towards some monster seed Lyrics sung from pretty looks Can on the reader feed Be strong to check and recognise The pretty face is all But being used to sell you songs That never say it all The incident meets the senses The illusions in a mask The sun of a summer afternoon Docility rocks the mask Broken loose from moorings In a flash the swell had passed Towards the beach with unabated speed Confessions of a mask