The Best - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

The mime’s conceit has conquered over real beauty

Grinning from a mask of hollowed bone

Where a human is somewhere to be found

But where I don’t know

And things couldn’t be better

From behind the halls we cannot pass

Hear the muffled traces of a boyish laugh

Hear the monster screaming «what have I become?»

Before his looking-glass

And things couldn’t be better

This is one fine life

This is one fine wine

This is one fine wife

This is one fine lie

And things couldn’t be better

They are the best