(Verse 1)
I walk the line with polished shoes,
A crimson rose, my daily muse.
With every step, I carve my name
In marble hearts and whispered fame.
The clock, she laughs—a cruel affair,
But time is blind to those who dare.
I toast to death with finest wine,
She winks at me, this fate divine.
(Pre-Chorus)
I kissed the night, I wed the stars,
Stole love behind Venetian bars.
What is a man if not his lies,
Wrapped in silk and alibis?
(Chorus)
So dance with me beneath the gun,
The opera’s over, but we’re not done.
The vault is open, the masks are on—
We vanish proud before the dawn.
A symphony of sirens sings,
But I was born for grander things.
A thief in love, a saint in sin—
The last waltz plays, let’s spin again.
(Verse 2)
The mirror shows a dying king,
But kings like me do not need wings.
I rule in moments, not in years—
In stolen breaths and chandelier tears.
I’ve loved like war, with no retreat,
With fragile hands and fatal heat.
She knew my soul, my secret curse—
That beauty’s best when it’s perverse.
(Pre-Chorus)
So here’s to lust, to blood, to gold,
To every story left untold.
I wear regret like tailored suits—
In death, I play my finest flutes.
(Chorus)
So dance with me beneath the gun,
The opera’s over, but we’re not done.
The vault is open, the masks are on—
We vanish proud before the dawn.
A symphony of sirens sings,
But I was born for grander things.
A thief in love, a saint in sin—
The last waltz plays, let’s spin again.
(Bridge – Spoken in Berlin’s voice)
They called it madness.
I called it art.
Every bullet a brushstroke,
Every heartbeat—part
Of a masterpiece no one could steal.
Except me.
I steal even fate.
(Verse 3)
The crowd may cheer, the law may chase,
But I have seen a freer place—
Inside her eyes, where rebels rest,
And secrets sleep on heaving chests.
The world’s a vault, cold and immense,
But love breaks in with no defense.
So here’s my code, my final verse—
I die for more than gold or purse.
(Final Chorus)
So dance with me beneath the gun,
The opera’s over, but we’re not done.
The vault is open, the masks are on—
We vanish proud before the dawn.
A symphony of sirens sings,
But I was born for grander things.
A thief in love, a saint in sin—
The last waltz plays, let’s spin again.
(Outro)
When the curtain falls, don’t cry for me,
I lived as men were meant to be
