Evil Masquerade - Theatrical Madness

I know this game too well
i have tickets to sell
You thin kit's for pleasure, but it's hot in Hell
Fortune and fame don't come easy
it's true, I can tell
The most of my soul was for sale
To the angel that fell

Now as the moon is rising
I have my self to blame
There's no light in the eastern sky
Cold winds are whispering my name

Calling through the dead of night
From somewhere in the blue
Theatrical madness is coming to town
Theatrical madness
The ghost of the past will make it well cast
It's gonna get you, it's gonna get you

You gonna learn this play well
Some magic and a spell
Then find you a buyer of souls and sell
Cause fortune and fame don't come easy, I can tell
The most of my music derives its origin from hell

Run, get away, try to hide or escape
No use, it finds you
(oooh, help us)
It's gonna find you all
It's gonna find you all
Find you all - all of you
Theatrical madness - drives me all insane
Theatrical madness - it runs in my veins

Theatrical madness
Theatrical madness - the magic it brings
Will save you from pain and make you sing
Theatrical madness
The ghost of the past will make it well cast
It's gonna get you, it's gonna get you