I can think of a thousand ways to k** 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 d**h 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 d**h
and the hope of hell
the comedy is over