歌词
The show must go on
We're having our fun in the last hours of the world
The sky is tearing
No sense in caring in the last hours of the world
Lovely little playthings
Parading there in front of you
They turn upon a carousel
Now which one will you choose?
Time keeps slipping away
No more waiting
The hour is too late
Dark hearts won't stop what we've begun
Wild soldiers marching as one
The time has come for a revolution
We've got to carry on
The show must go on
Despite what's to come in the last hours of the world
The veil is ripping
Suspense is gripping in the last hours of the world
Lovely little playthings
Parading there in front of you
They turn upon a carousel
Now which one will you choose?
Time keeps ticking away
No more fretting
The hour is too late
Dark hearts won't stop what we've begun
Wild soldiers marching as one
The time has come for a revolution
We've got to carry on
Written by: Bryan Clint Geddie, Toby Lynn Lawhon
