The masquerade is a show for the starcrownds
It's d**h in vogue in saturnalian nights
The heart we share is a virus in our chests
A black piece filled with darkness and dead meat
Now our hearts beat on
The black is back in the deep
I see a million of nations
In blank and hot leather...
Thjis black syndicate is a burning ballroom
Dirt, drinks and pills and Gucci drenched in blood
The flag we raise is held for the dead dolls
So now we'll watch all angels parade in black uniforms
Now our hearts beat on
The black is back in the deep
I see a million of nations
In blank and hot leather
Puppets without strings
Now join the show
Demons without wings
We are d**h in vogue
Ten tons of lungs roar into the black vault
It's disease, glam and champagne filled with nails
The syndrome is s**ed into white bloodcells
And we mach as vamps and wolves on red human oil
The faceless ones...
The leather swept ones that bring hate in tons
The faceless ones...
The subversion of lays through the rule of guns
Here thay come as the models and machines
And see the dolls twist inside of theus dreamns
I see the puppets whisper with maniac tongues
Feel it, sream it out from the top of your lunges!