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