Sinners ball

You paint your face with holy grace, A saint by day, a beast by night. Your prayers are just a pretty mask — I see the worms beneath the wax. Oh, the things you hide so well… Behind the lace, behind the bell… Welcome to the sinners’ ball! Where the righteous crawl and the fallen stand tall! You can’t wash the stain, you can’t ring the knell — This is hell with a wedding veil! Your church bells chime a dirty tune, Your hymns are just a whore’s refrain. You kiss the cross, you clutch the knife — A little heaven, a lot of vice. Oh, the masks we wear so well… Till the mirror shows your private hell… Welcome to the sinners’ ball! Where the righteous crawl and the fallen stand tall! You can’t wash the stain, you can’t ring the knell — This is hell with a wedding veil! «Confess your sins, my dear devotee — But don’t you dare confess *mine*…» «We all dance here… whether we want to or not.» «Sinners’ ball… sinners’ ball… forevermore…» Welcome to the sinners’ ball! Where the righteous crawl and the fallen stand tall! You can’t wash the stain, you can’t ring the knell — This is hell with a wedding veil!