The curtain opens. Let the masquerade begin.   And we’re all guilty.   Sing a little song.   Do a little dance.   But actions speak louder than words.   And our words are only audible to animals.   Makeup covers up our faces while covers make up our faces.   And for who? And for what?   Fragments dissolve. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.   So the orchestra carries a favorite tune,   But the conductor is nowhere to be found.   The sun hits its highest peak at noon.   Imagine the earth but without the ground.