"This Masquerade"
This world of ours goes round and round, looks like we're never gonna change.
But if we really thought the end was coming what would we rearrange?
Most of us are in the front row every Sunday; throwing twenties in the plate.
We never remember what the pastor said; forget to pray cuz it gets late.
We've got our shiny little worlds, never letting them get dirty.
Yes, we're almost perfect...If only we'd stop to help the hurting.
Full of empty words in empty prayers,
dead empty souls everywhere...
This Masquerade, this picture book: always hiding who we are.
Playing with the world cuz it's fun, but never going too far.
But before we know we're sucked away,
what was wrong before is now okay.
And we've wasted our lives,
hiding behind this disguise.
What would Jesus say,
seeing this masquerade?
When did black and white turn gray?
When did we give ourselves away?
What happened when our hearts were on fire?
What happened when we use to pray?
What was all so wonderful that we'd give everything else away?
The churches are silent, we're afraid to make a stand,
giving in to lies around us; trampling on his nail pieced hand.
It's time to stop hiding behind disguises, just let the masks fall,
It's time to make a stand-answer the call.
It's time to stop flirting with the world-let it all go,
this is not what we're supposed to be-if we don't stop we'll never know...
Think of all the things we could be changing,
think of all the lives we could be saving-
But instead we hide away,
acting in this masquerade...
What happened when our souls were on fire?
What happened when we use to pray?
When did we stop living the truth and start this masquerade?