The masquerade is a show for the starcrowds

It's death 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…



This 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 death in Vogue



Ten tons of lungs roar into the black vault

It's disease, glam and champagne filled with nails

The syndrome is sucked into white bloodcells

And we march 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 laws through the rule of guns



Here they come as the models and machines

And see the dolls twist inside of their dreams

I see the puppets whisper with manic tongues

Feel it, scream it out from the top of your lounges!