Lard. Pure Chewing Satisfaction. Moths. Zeneszám

Spiral down the path
Of least resistance
Down a chute to a bed of nails
That becomes a trampoline

Bouncing lost souls
From extreme to extreme
Emperor Ludwig is with us
So is Doctor T

Technicolor stairs & spires
Fantasia trips and wires
5,000 happy fingers
Ready to play our song

Vortex recedes
All I hear and see
Echoes of my face and fears
In a chamber of one-way mirrors

Voices from the drain
Whisper like machines
Now that you're in our dimension
You'll never leave

Ahh... treasure gleams
To leash and harvest thee

Down, down to Bermuda Triangle
Sink, sink 10,000 feet below
Time to finally meet the zookeepers
We let swallow us whole

Moths
Light any flame
They fly right in

Deep in Chinatown
In New York City
Drop a coin into a cage
Chickens dance on a hot plate

Hot foot round & round
Till the wheel runs down
That's you as we view
Through our ceiling of glass

Kneel...
Al Jolson style
Please, please
Can I get a raise?

Crawl, crawl through the steaming jungle
Please, please more purple Kool Aid
Tabloid beauty corpses point the way
We're not in Kansas any more