Maskmarch Riot

(ha ha ha)

Behind the paint they watch and sneer

A court of monsters acting polite

But I see through the golden veneer

We are the ones who own the night

Put on your crown of thorns and brass

Let the illusion

break like glass

Here comes the grand parade

Dance with the masks they made (whoa-oh)

Strike a pose in the fading light

We are the queens of the fright

They line the streets with hollow eyes

Waiting to watch the empire fall

But we are dancing

in disguise

The greatest monsters

of them all

Step into the circle.

Bow to the crown.

Watch the pretty monsters burn it down.

(aaaaahhhhh!) Here comes the grand parade

Dance with the masks they made (whoa-oh) Strike a pose in the

fading light

We are the queens of the fright

We dance anyway.