Warmongers' ball

Could it be so
That we're forsaken
Could it be so
That we're mistaken
Could it be so that in all these years
I've never heard your name?
Could it be so that your war will be my dame?

CHORUS:
In this life you don't have to see the lies
Just take the cause within you
And bury it once and for all
In this life you don't have to think twice
The final waltz within you
Is safe in this warmongers' ball

Could it be so
That we're torn and shaken
Could it be so
Though we're awakened?
Could it be so that in all these years
I've never seen your face?
Could it be so that we're falling from this race?

Because tonight we're paid to dance
Stand up and feel no more
Get out your guns and do romance
Get down and be a whore

CHORUS

...And now the war is in your hands

Because tonight we're paid to dance
Stand up and feel no more
Get out your guns and do romance
Get down and be a whore