Self-Titled > Masquerade
Masquerade
She was a small china doll painted softlyHe played the large hypocrite with a knife
He told her he'd cut her nothing but roses
She smiled and believed him and let him inside
Inside her walls decorated with laughter
He took the paintings right off of the walls
She asked him if he would like something to snack on
He pointed his knife and said 'Your all I want!'
She'll dance around with the villains
He'll whisper 'I am your man'
kitschy, romantic and clever
She deserves better than that
Under the floor boards lie bones of his victims
Covered in dust since their last goodbyes
they stand on the porch while he whispers sweet nothings
Would you please come in and join me inside
He takes off her coat and asks her for a dance
He puts on the song that she hums in her head
1 2 3 1 2 3 dancing above bones
1 2 3 1 2 3 she'll soon be dead
