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I wear a thousand faces

And you envy each and every one

The Devil, the priest, the puritan harlot

And I search for sensation and the sublime

We live among the pure debris

The grand machine turns endlessly

They gaze at me and try to perceive

As if these masks were meant to deceive

Wandering aimlessly.

What hand guides you now

Wandering aimlessly.

Is this what was intended.

Wandering aimlessly.

No sins to hold you back.

We live among the pure debris

The grand machine turns endlessly

As if these masks were meant to deceive

Now tell me, what do you long for

Let me know what you dream of

The Devil, the priest, the puritan harlot

Let your conviction shine through

Now show me what you want us to be

Wandering aimlessly.

No sins to hold you back.