I can think of a thousand ways to kill you

but none so cruel

as keeping you alive



Ghastly horrific grandeur

symphonic decadence

violent strings

distorted tunes on crippled wings



So you og 'round and around

to this, such a frightful overture

a carusel of insanity

and the clowns of the show are us



Spread the great plague

and death reeking with splendour

rattle your puppet limbs

to the orchestra's song



A masquerade ball

to which you have been summoned

a gathering of the demented



The clowns of the show are us

the mad conductors

of the horror grandeur

you have gor the resemblance of a pig, young man

and you shall have peace

the prospect of death

and the hope of hell

the comedy is over