Seventy-five candles burning on a throne of lies A practiced little smile and a kingdom built on alibis Gold behind the curtains, secrets underneath the floor Every door is locked because you fear what's waiting at the door You turned a lifetime into numbers on a page Then called the one who questioned you the enemy of the age You painted over memories, you polished every scar But every coat of paint just shows us where you are You can dress it up in velvet You can hide it underneath the gold But every wall remembers Every silence has been told Oh, Queen of the Facade Dancing while the ceiling cracks Building castles out of paper With a thousand strings attached You can bury every ledger You can lock away the past But the truth has got a heartbeat And it's beating through the glass There was a man behind the curtain, fading day by day Still they placed the pen between his fingers anyway A mind once sharp as fire, now wandering through the grey While somebody kept whispering what he was supposed to say The numbers kept on moving, the signatures appeared The older he became, the less his voice was heard And somewhere in the paperwork, beneath the perfect prose A question kept on breathing that nobody could close You can call it administration You can call it family care You can bury doubt in paperwork And pretend nobody's there Oh, Queen of the Facade Dancing while the ceiling cracks Building castles out of paper With a thousand strings attached You can bury every ledger You can lock away the past But the truth has got a heartbeat And it's beating through the glass When questions hit the table, you built another wall Turned a daughter into danger just to make the questions fall You wrapped yourself in innocence, you made yourself the prey While every accusation pointed somewhere else away You summoned all the shadows when the pressure came around Hoping fear would drown the questions before they could be found But fear is only useful till somebody turns the light And suddenly the masterpiece looks different in the sight No more borrowed voices No more scripted lines No more hands behind the curtain Moving pieces out of sight No more convenient strangers Standing where the truth should stand No more ghosts with pens in their hands No more puppets on command The fortress isn't falling It was hollow from the start You built it out of silence But silence has a heart Oh, Queen of the Facade Hear the thunder in the walls Every secret has a shadow Every empire has a fall You can polish up the surface You can swear the story's true But the cracks are getting wider And they're pointing back to you Oh, Queen of the Facade Your crown is made of glass And when the final curtain rises There'll be nowhere left to pass No more smoke behind the mirrors No more hiding from the light Just the evidence still breathing In the middle of the night The lockbox is wide open. The papers have their voice. The ghosts are leaving fingerprints. The silence has a choice. No more masks. No more games. No more borrowed names. The queen is still standing... But the facade is gone.
