Plano Furado III (Le Bal Masqué)

Lights!
 Debutantes will play this part - will wear this mortal shell
 Call to act - fresh minds from hell
 Weapons will spill their blood - my joy, their wasted blood
 Taken away
 My play
 Their death
 Enjoy
 Taken away
 Dressed as thieves, hunt for money
 Take a bank, deaths, panic, screams
 Suddenly the cops start to appear
 Sacrificial goats meet their end
 More deaths, mistakes, no second plan
 Nowhere to turn
 Running away
 Their blood spilled
 Pathetically, they run away
 Their blood spilled
 Run to die
 Their blood spilled
 Run deeper into the bank
 Their blood spilled
 When they die
 Throw them away
 Hid inside an empty safe
 Bleeding wounds, they start making their prayers
 Agony, they don't have much time
 The smell of gas takes the air
 The floor is filled with their blood and guts
 They're begging you: "please kill me now"
 Denied by god ages away
 The dark side takes me
 I create despair, for fun i kill
 You watch my show
 Come watch my show