Бунт в шелковых перчатках

Porcelain skin cracking at the seams
We drink cyanide, calling it "dreams"
The baroque hall smells of rot and lacquer
Ladies in corsets choking on terror
No one screams. (Shhh...)
No one runs.
We just stand and watch the chandelier dance
Is your glass empty?
Smash it on the wall!
Let the shards enter our royal soul


We are not soldiers. We are a glitch in the frame.
Golden cage. Vomit.
The fame.

Припев
It's a riot!
But we don't dirty our hands!
Riot!
Dying of boredom in these lands!
In silk gloves we cling to our knives
Cutting reality, swallowing lies!
Beautiful! (Filthy!)
Elegant! (Dangerous!)
Choke me with silk, make it glamorous!


Mascara running down — here is the war paint
The King is naked, but he is a saint
We waltz on broken glass tonight
Leaving red footprints in the light
You want the truth? It’s ugly, my dear.
Like a bird dead in a cage, strictly out of fear.
Aristocrats of the gutter, princes of the void
Who lit the curtains? Are you paranoid?


We are not holy. We are nature's mistake.
We demand blood! Freedom!
Wide awake!

Припев
It's a riot!
But we don't dirty our hands!
Riot!
Dying of boredom in these lands!
In silk gloves we clench brass knuckles tight
Spitting on laws, ending the night!
Beautiful! (Filthy!)
Elegant! (Dangerous!)
Kill this night, before it fades from sight!


Soft fabric... hides the bone.
We are not home. We are unknown.
(Vocals wavering)
Silk is sliding...
Silk is choking...
No one sees us.
No one hears us.
(Sharp inhale)
(Aggressive Scream)
NO ONE HEARS US!




Silk gloves... (Dirt under nails)
Silk gloves... (We failed)
Smile.
Smile.
Just... stand still.