Eyeliner dances over sight and view,

Of the pale and (the rainbow) blue

These roses cover our imperfect smiles,

With a ray (ven′s ovation) of light

The time to shock, make me up, make me up!

The time to rise, to the top, to the top!

And move your mirror up, and move your finger down,

And move it all and move yourself to the rhythm

And put your colours on, you're not alone

We′re Kabüki, sing along!

Pencil over the gun, our foundation painted the line

We're the theatre of fun, born in whiskey, turned into wine

Synthetic velvet raining on my thoughts,

And my legs (are in motion) can talk

Faux leather powered by a real heart,

Animating (emotions) art

And move your mirror up, and move your finger down,

And move it all and move yourself to the rhythm

And put your colours on, you're not alone

We′re Kabuki, sing along!

Pencil over the gun, our foundation painted the line

We′re the theatre of fun, born in whiskey, turned into wine

And if you mask your face, I say there's nothing wrong

Follow the jester′s way and join us in the sun

If you mask your face, I say there's nothing wrong

Follow the jester′s way and join us in the sun

Make me up, make me up

To the top, to the top

Pencil over the gun, our foundation painted the line

We're the theatre of fun, born in whiskey, turned into wine

Make me up, make me up

To the top!