Nesting like a plague of locusts Shedding your skin over vacuous tombs Draining the blood from the mandrake's root You dance to the tune of the wizard's lute
Hiding behind plastic mannequin faces Masquerading your false pretences Riding the grinding wheel of the circus you call life In your world of void, reality dies, you become your own lies
Comatose souls; let the ringmaster tame your woes Eat your lion's share; raise your looking glass if you dare Fall on all fours to the crackle of the whip Taste the unending hunger lingering on your ravenous lips
Comatose souls; let the ringmaster tame your woes Eat your lion's share; raise your looking glass if you dare Fall on all fours to the crackle of the whip Taste the unending hunger lingering on your ravenous lips
