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!    these lyrics are submitted by OarSmaN