Band of Silver - Masquerade Ball

Here at the masquerade ball, everybody's invited.
Just step to the beat, don't let 'em see what I'm hiding.
It's a masquerade ball, maybe I missed the memo.
I've got too much speed and now I can't keep the tempo.
I know that I won't get caught, covered in my camouflage.
Can't go back to innocence or wash my hands clean.
Imitating normalcy, finding my deformity.