All that glitters is not gold
Often have you heard that told
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold
Gilded tombs do worms enfold
Had you been as wise as bold
Young in limbs, in judgment old
Your answer had not been inscrolled
Fare you well, your suit is cold
Cold, indeed, and labor lost
Then, farewell, heat, and welcome, frost

Red arises in the sky of Sunday morning
Washing the face of the mountain by the sea
I am the present

Without knowledge, without warning
The child in me will never cease to be

It's not the future we see, endless daze of fantasies
The ocean whisper in me, time really doesn't exist
Now I'm drifting away, imprisoned by our memories
Love was just a word until you gave it meaning

Go on and find the prince of crime
Temptation keeps you satisfied
Distort your sight, I suffocate
In your silent masquerade
Leave me as victim of your lies
Salvation cannot help you hide
Won't hear me cry, I suffocate
In your silent masquerade

No one can tell

The games that we play will last forever
No matter we tried, we never got a chance

Go on and find the prince of crime
Temptation keeps you satisfied
Distort your sight, I suffocate
In your silent masquerade
Leave me as victim of your lies
Salvation cannot help you hide
Won't hear me cry, I suffocate
In your silent masquerade

There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries
On such a full sea we are now afloat
And we must take the current when it serves
Or lose our ventures