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 lunges!