Paper rose
Paper rose in my hand
Now a real rose on the sand
The Phantoms life will come to light
There will be music all the night
Now a half mask falling down
Wipe away that black frown
Quickly now a life to take
Upon the murky lake
I see her now, her babes are grown
And my poor phantom is alone
He wants to scream and cry and shout
But all he can do is think of getting out
Of this, his monstrous mortal shell
Away from this, his personal hell
Now his half mask falling down
The phantom soon will let himself drown
Quickly now his life to take
Upon the darkest lake
