Caged in delight, wailing happily through the nuclear fog
 Slave of the Carbon 14 cloud, you swing by chains of invisible torture
 Puppeteer perverse, your marionette has clipped its own strings
 And in the snow -- limbless, bleeding (as the dove breaks its own wings)

 In landscapes of wrought iron animals, frozen writhing beasts lurk
 Morphing delusively, waltzing in traumatic worlds, we no longer respond
 Mechanical wolves, LCD predators waiting to pounce
 Victimised, giggling in a realm of objectophilia,
 Save me! Oh, pixelated Prince of Peace
 Worship the plastic powers!

 (born-again Herods with gleaming swords, in firelight conspire)
 Endtime prophecy is a needless argument

 We are bathing in its final breath
 Spluttering in its decay
 Playing with its amputations
 Caressing its seeping wounds

 Bleeding cavern embraces me
 Poison tomb infects me
 Tower climbers preaching the end
 But I'm already tasting skeletons

 Eidolons of confusion cloud the inner self
 Dementia children roam through parentless hallways
 Blindfolded in spiritual chloroform

 Corruption seed flourishes
 A garden of toxic narcotics
 Lead the masses into empty skull caverns
 That festers above the swamps of madness
 Aglow with the curse of mankind
 Let us prey on apathetic hearts
 Thrown into swirling oceans of suicide