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