What figures, these, who stand and who wait
What dreams are dreamt by all the Fates
This web that binds us to jerk and to twist
That makes us dance and makes us twitch

How easy to lie, to smile and to kiss
The corpses laugh and start to jig
She cut his throat then cut her wrists
Oh what fun we have when we exist

A wheel was turned and a web that spun
A plot was hatched and then undone
A promise broken and a curse that's kept
The clock winds down and is then reset

How easy to lie, to smile and to kiss
The corpses laugh and start to jig
He cut our throats then cut his wrists

The mirror darkens and the paint does peel
The photos fade and the box is sealed
Woods on stone or carved in wood
While others stand where we stood

How easy to lie to smile and to kiss
The corpses laugh and start to jig
He cut their throats then cut his wrists
Oh what fun we have when we exist

Oh such pain in all of us
We victims and villains who storm the earth
We plot and plunder, [??]
[??], the roles exchange

How easy to lie to smile and to kiss
The corpses laugh and start to jig
I cut their throats then cut my wrists
Oh what fun we have when we exist