Blackbird Hill - The Masquerade lyrics
[Blackbird Hill - The Masquerade lyrics]
Private ivory towers
Blood swirls spinning into glasses
Of pure water watch us shaking hands
Rolling the loaded dice
The old clan sharing the same cup of vice
Breastfed with the sour milk of hate
Blood red skies above and beyond our fate
Lives wasted
Harvested and buried in the sand
He who steals a pin steals a
Pound every now and then
Watch us shaking hands
Warmest congratulations
Once our shadows gone hit's the illusion
What you see is what they get
We move as pawns in a much biggеr game
What you see is what they get
Wе move as pawns in a much bigger game
Breastfed with the sour milk of hate
Blood red skies above and beyond our fate
Breastfed with the sour milk of hate
(what you see is what they get)
Blood red skies above and beyond our fate
(what you see is what they get)