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There's a face that we wear
In the cold light of day.
It's society's mask;
It's society's way.
And the truth is
That it's all a facade.

There's a face that we hide
Till the nighttime appears,
And what's hiding inside,
Behind all of our fears,
Is our true selves,
Locked inside the facade.

Every day,
People in their own sweet way
Like to add a coat of paint
And be what they ain't.
That's how their little game is played,
Living out a mascarade,
Acting a bizarre charade,
While playing the saint.

But there's one thing I know
And I know it for sure:
This disease that we've got
Has got no ready cure,
And I'm certain life is terribly hard
When your life's a facade.

Look around you;
I have found you cannot tell
By looking at the surface
What is lurking there beneath it.
See that face;
Now I'm prepared to bet you
What you see's not what you get,
'Cause man's the master of deceit.

So what is his sinister secret?
The lie he will tell you is true?
It's that each man you meet
On the street isn't one man, but two.

Nearly everyone you see,
Like him and her and you and me
Pretends to be a pillar of society.
A model of propriety, sobriety, and piety,
Who shudders at the thought of notoriety.
The ladies and gents here before you,
Which none of them ever admits,
May have saintly looks,
But they're sinners and crooks,
Hypocrites, hypocrites.

There are preachers who kill.
There are killers who preach.
There are teachers who lie.
There are liars who teach.
Take your pick, dear,
'Cause it's all a facade.

If we're not one, but two,
Are we evil or good?
Do we walk the fine line
That we'd cross if we could?
Are we waiting
To break through the facade?

One or two might
Look kind of well-to-do.
There as bad as me and you,
Right down to their boots.
Right down to their boots.

I'm inclined to think
Half mankind thinks
The other half is blind.
Wouldn't be surprised to find
They're all in cahoots.

Ant the end of the day
They don't mean what they say.
They don't say what they mean.
They don't ever come clean.
And their answer
Is it's all a facade.

Man is not one but two,
He is evil and good,
And he walks the fine line.
We'd all cross if we could.
It's a nightmare we can never discard.
So we stay on our guard,
Though we love the facade.
What's behind the facade?

Look behind the facade.


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