Arena Of Concealment

The image of the world i live in
Born into to fall into oblivion
Is the huge arena of illusion & deceit
Nothing's real
Not a thing curtain call & the show starts,
Commonness and self-leceration against the unceasing
Lape of redemption - clowns
The masters of disguise
Are man's prototype my fear of the future increases
This arena is crowded with clowns
Curtain call & the show starts
Just one tear releases a violent river.