What beast must I adore
What heart must I break
What lie must I maintain
In what look-threat
In what look-threat

What must I adore
If I look awful
And I wear the wrong face
With the wrong shoes
What must I maintain

If I come at the wrong time
With the wrong friends
What heart must I break
If I say the wrong things
On the wrong day

What must I maintain
If I lie to myself
What must I chase
If I'm lost as well

What must I love
If I don't deserve
What must I break
When I count to ten

So provide me with a nice tuxedo
And give me a silver shield
'Cause this party won't last long
And I know it
'Cause I'm waiting for the storm