So

There´s something, somehow charming,
in letting out the worst thing i´ve been feeding inside,
for no one knows how it´s such a shame for us
not to be ourselves, neither be you,
under this goddamn white light;

There´s smoke in the air, dirt on the ceiling,
This room´s much too gloomy to stand still and smile:
for do you ever feel so ashamed
not to be yourself, neither be him,
when you´re standing in here, under goddamn bright lights?

When everybody´s watching,
everyone´s a living scorched damned disgrace,
And while the curtains remain falling
These weak smiles turn into one hellish face;

There´s something, somehow, darling,
that´s unveiling your mask and leaving you blind
for everyone knows how such policy, such high hipocrisy´s
leading someone to its own loss,
leading someone to its own unreal pride.