Illusory

Let's tie the not-so sentiment memories to the wall

Soak up the cloth with the gasoline of love then burn it all

The boys dressed to the nine to meet their Juliet

When the night of sin will soon begin, well, at least they won't regret

Well, I've been bleeding from the ballroom where I lost my love for life

The letter tourniquet I sent is covered blood and black and white

Dark dresses, best behavior, emulating royalty

Pretending to be someone else is eating at my dignity

The soundtrack to sin it's about to begin

So waltz down to the dance floor where the night will end