The Master

You looked up at the ceiling
It’s clear you lost the taste
The girl of his dreams
So sorry the bride is gone
Turn back to your shadow
The master commands you free
Should I trust or get lost in the riddle?
The brighter it gets
Head back to your shadow
The master commands you free
You’re free
Go… insane!
The brighter it gets
Could I love? I’m angry!
You know you’re not the same
The queen of lies appears
A humanized monsoon
Turn back to your shadow
The master commands you free