When the curtains fall and the
light hits the stage,
Don’t get nervous, let the
show begin.
Perform like you never did, put
on all masks.
First start with the face you
have created for the happiness
You have never felt but faked as a masterpiece.
They have never grown to love it –
make them angry.
Then switch to the sad face they
adore,
Leave it there for a while, make
them feel they won.
A good performance shows the face
of the man given up,
Fallen victim of somebody’s dirty
schemes.
Keep performing even if it’s
hard, this stage is unusual.
It’s time to shift from pain to
pleasure,
Show them so called slutty face,
make them feel uncomfortable
For all the caused shame, for
every gossip they have created
Keep giving them the lust blazing
in your eyes.
And finally don’t forget to give
them Hell,
Realize their scariest
nightmares, make them feel insane.
Keep playing they are now your
puppets,
Pull the strings even harder, you
hold them in your palm.
Let them feel the tears shed when
no one was around,
Let them feel the wounds they have inflicted,
Let them pay you every walk of
pain.
Let them taste the bitterness of
their pill.
Let them feel the weakness, let
them feel incomplete.
But you are not a monster; you
are not like them.
You are the fantasy of their sick and twisted minds,
You are projection of their
deepest desires,
You are torturer, the head demon
of their inner Hell.
