Текст песни Ghost Royale - Rave The Reqviem
I
am
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
Then
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
is
blind
The
standing
ovation
royale
celebration
For
mighty
king
nothing
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