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!