Such a morbid entrance. I take this as a sign. We would see a portrait of love when our eyes collide. When you’re between redemption and suicide, hate is all you have. This is the illusionist's dream. There’s no happy ending. nnAlone, condemned, disguised. Welcome to the masquerade. Fear for your life this night. Grace defies the masquerade. Help us all. Welcome to the masquerade. nnBreak your stance.nnLet go of hope, let go of love, let go of sanity. It’s gone, it’s done. nnYou were my triumph, you were my all. nnHear the image, see the sound. Taste oppression. Let it be. Feel the setting, be the scene in the eye of the illusionist’s dream. nnSuch a morbid leave. This is the illusionist's dream.