Шоу должно продолжаться

Where's my jacket?
Where is the damn jacket?!
Smile.
Just... smile.


The mirror lies, it always lied to me.
The dressing room smells of sweat and cheap Merlot, you see.
Under the powder — bruises from the sleepless nights.
I am a king, but I forgot my bloodline rights.
Outside the door the roar, they want fresh meat to chew.
My life is not a drama, it's plastic through and through.
Tighten the corset, suppress the scream inside.
I'm not a man. Just a broken freak, oversized.

Lights!
Camera!
Pain!
You know the game!

Припев
The show must go on!
Even when the will is gone!
Even if the floor gives way beneath your feet!
Even if you pulled the trigger, no retreat!
Dance on the broken glass!
Burn in this mass!
Until the curtain crashes down on us!
We’ll play this damn encore, we must!
ENCORE!


They throw the roses, but the thorns they leave for me.
I see my reflection in their hungry saliva sea.
A puppet with cut strings, but I’m standing tall.
I sell them my agony, I sing it to the hall.
Autographs on chests, kisses on the fly.
Somebody catch me, I’m falling from the sky!
But no...
No safety net here, just the concrete stone.
And this endless, cursed, fake moan.


You think this is art?
No.
It’s an autopsy.
Live on air.
Watch closely.

Припев
The show must go on!
Even when the will is gone!
Even if the floor gives way beneath your feet!
Even if you pulled the trigger, no retreat!
Dance on the broken glass!
Burn in this mass!
Until the curtain crashes down on us!
We’ll play this damn encore, we must!
Vivat! Vivat!