He's a man of the past and one of the presentA man who hides behind a mask, behind a maskA crowd of fools believing it cool to be downOr that the game is all about who laughs the lastSo he tells all his problems to his friends and relationsExposes his neuroses to their viewThey accept as fact every masochistic mumble of his actBut how could they know what was false and what was trueSometimes when he wakes he feels he's walked into a dreamBut all it takes to remind him things are what they seemIt's the belief that the man behind the mask really doesA perverting smileHe feels himself supporting terror for a whileBefore the bombingTo find relief in the shelter of the dark was telling maskHe's a man of the past and one of the presentA man who hides behind a mask, behind a maskA crowd of fools believing it cool to be downOr that the game is all about who laughs the lastSometimes when he wakes he feels he's walked into a dreamBut all it takes to remind him things are what they seemIt's the belief that the man behind the mask really doesA perverting smileHe feels himself supporting terror for a whileBefore the bombingTo find relief in the shelter of the dark was telling maskHe's a man of the past and one of the presentA man who hides behind a mask, behind a maskA crowd of fools believing it cool to be downOr that the game is all about who laughs the lastAfter allThe man who hides behind a maskHe will hearAll the make-upOf his faceTo revealMeThe tears running all down his cheeksBut now I knowHe opens to the worldBut it's much too lateHe's been left in the endFace