And in the space, comes the moon
We saw the masquerades in their real selves
And cover were removed from everyone faces
Then we know who is who
And the undercover were made visible
Deeper things of the heart were uttered
And confidence was built under the shade
For the dark knows not then respectful one
Truth was unveiled and reality was no fun
Fear gripped the wicked ones
And the good ones became dauntless
Whence would the bright light show again?
That faces would be matched in the sun
And real words would get twisted
Were the cries of the wicked
May more secret be unveiled
While we remain anonymous
And this night shouldn't end
That we unveil more vicious act, the pure man plead
Even though the dark is perceived dangerous
Nothing brings out your real self as it does
As much as it is perceived evil
More good deeds it still does
