Monsters Ball
Take my hand now, come with me
Our chariot awaits
To deliver us with pomp and style
Beyond the palace gates
Through the doors and further yet
We find the Gilded Hall
Behold! A spectacle awaits
It's called the Monsters Ball
A grotesque waltz is underway
The music scored with fear
The banquet table empty So
We dine on pain and tears
No promises of fairy tales
No happy ever after
Just an honest search for happiness
And passion mixed with laughter
I've too much life beneath my feet
and will be forever light
And just enough lived wrongly
To know how to live it right
What fate has brought us to this place?
Our destiny, it seems
To share our wounds and bind and soothe
Our torn and tattered dreams
Be bold enough to trust me
As we seize this gifted chance
Just hold my hand and love me
While we watch our demons dance
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