Текст песни Rave The Reqviem - Ghost Royale

I am a saint An icon made of plastic and self-contempt Tortured by the desperate need to be loved by you I surround myself with whores, animals and worms I would rather make love to a rotten corpse Than I would to you I hope I bleed out at last Lucky enough to cut myself Running through my castle of glass Get out of here, betrayal is a life-saver Glory is temporary, pain is forever Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show Enjoy the fool on his throne all alone Anybody can see him, nobody can hear him A slave in a golden crown Selling his soul for a crowd that is blind The standing ovation, royale celebration For mighty king nothing (ghost royale) It's a low-class masquerade, an intentional degrading Nobody wants a saint behind a sinner's mask It's a practical joke not even meant to provoke The irony of a gracious God Judged by filthy rats I hope I bleed out at last Lucky enough to cut myself Running through my castle of glass Get out of here, betrayal is a life-saver Glory is temporary, pain is forever Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show Enjoy the fool on his throne all alone Anybody can see him, nobody can hear him A slave in a golden crown Selling his soul for a crowd that is blind The standing ovation, royale celebration For mighty king nothing (ghost royale) Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show Enjoy the fool on his throne all alone Anybody can see him, nobody can hear him A slave in a golden crown Selling his soul for a crowd that id blind The standing ovation, royale celebration For mighty king nothing
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