Любовь до гильотины

On your lips, the taste of cheap wine and rust.
We are center stage, but this hall is a scaffold,
And the audience in the pit is waiting for us to... snap.
Is your corset cracking, or is it ribs breaking?
Whatever.
We are too beautiful for this world, baby,
Too rotten for heaven, too proud for a cage.
Dance. Just dance, while the executioner sharpens the axe.


Tick-tock.
A glance at the crowd — they want blood.
Tick-tock.
Fix your makeup, we're going out for an encore.
Down! Down! Down!

Припев
This is love until the guillotine!
Let it roll to hell, let my head roll right off shoulders
I want to burn you down!
In this freak show circus, we are the main stars.
Kiss me harder, while it's still... not too late!
The whistle of the blade is our wedding march!
Yeah!


Gutter aristocrats.
You wear bruises like family jewels.
The priest in the corner crosses himself, looking at us,
But we know: God just bought a first-class ticket,
To see how we break.
Smash the glass. Cut the palm.
A blood oath — it's so old-fashioned...
But so arousing.


Tick-tock.
The drumroll sounds like a sentence.
Tick-tock.
Smile, bitch, smile!
Down! Down!


This is love until the guillotine!
Let it roll to hell, let my head roll right off shoulders
I am ready to burn you down!
In this freak show circus, we are the main stars.
Kiss me to death, while it's not too late!
The whistle of the blade is our wedding march!


The executioner in the black mask...
He has your eyes.
Funny, isn't it?
I SAID, IS IT FUNNY?!
COME ON! SWING! NOW!


This is love until the guillotine!
Let it roll to hell, let my head roll right off shoulders
I am ready to burn you down!
In this freak show circus, we are the main stars.
Kiss me to death, while it's not too late!
The whistle of the blade is our wedding march!


Love until the...
Guillotine.
Applause...