Masquerade of the Gunslingers Songtext
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Masquerade of the Gunslingers Songtext
Decadent, nearly divine
Their shadows dance like velvet moonlight
In the mezzanine above, they applaud
Transfixed by the dancers, silently awed
The sterling attraction - the ballet of the gun
Murder in cold blood, as art in motion
Masquerade! They rise and they fall
A pirouette, in the cadence of song
One mask falls down, another appears
It′s not what they see (Not what they see)
It is what they believe (What they believe)
It is there, at the crux of their judgement
Fantasy becomes the desire
The tragic poem ends as it begun
And the men in the masks in death will live on
Awash in gold and velvet, with wandering eyes
You feel it burning within you, you're paralyzed
Please take my hand, and step into the night
The great Dionysian facade
Is held upon our backs
The callous belief in blood elegant
Perpetuating from fathers to sons
Spiraling down
Spiraling down
Spiraling down the grand halls of the dream
Their shadows dance like velvet moonlight
In the mezzanine above, they applaud
Transfixed by the dancers, silently awed
The sterling attraction - the ballet of the gun
Murder in cold blood, as art in motion
Masquerade! They rise and they fall
A pirouette, in the cadence of song
One mask falls down, another appears
It′s not what they see (Not what they see)
It is what they believe (What they believe)
It is there, at the crux of their judgement
Fantasy becomes the desire
The tragic poem ends as it begun
And the men in the masks in death will live on
Awash in gold and velvet, with wandering eyes
You feel it burning within you, you're paralyzed
Please take my hand, and step into the night
The great Dionysian facade
Is held upon our backs
The callous belief in blood elegant
Perpetuating from fathers to sons
Spiraling down
Spiraling down
Spiraling down the grand halls of the dream
Writer(s): Isaac Faulk, James Hansen, Joe Strong-truscelli, Shane Mccarthy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com