The masquerade is a show for the starcrowds 
 It's death in vogue in saturnalian nights 
 The heart we share is a [bad word] in our chests 
 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 watch all piggies 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

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

Puppets without strings 
 Now join the show 
 Demons without wings 
 We are death in Vogue

The faceless ones... The faceless ones...
 The leather swept ones that bring hate in tons 
 The faceless ones... The faceless ones...
 The subversion of laws through [bad word] of guns

The faceless ones... The faceless ones...
 The leather swept ones that bring hate in tons 
 The faceless ones... The faceless ones...
 The subversion of laws through [bad word] of guns

Here [bad word] 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!