He's snarling and smirking
Racing along
In his rattle trap
He throws down the gauntlet
And barges into the place
Chrashes into it
Here they are waiting for him a grotesque delirium
Bow before him
A mad army of shadows
Self proclaimed victims of life
In a side street flea pit
Where they stand before him
Hunching - lurching
A craven crowd
Of ferocious invalids
Now a beam of life touches them
And suddenly splendidly summoned all clamour for attention
People -so weak -
So respectable that they ask to be boiled
Powerless we are
Yet everything is permitted to us
We cant do anything
We are basking in endless fogs
Nothing - they wail
Crying out
Yet everything is permitted to us
Snarling , smirking
He's madness prowling
Searching for hostages
For these wrechtes
I watch, I gasp
Horrific moments roll around the eyeballs
Spineless, clueless
As they offer themselves to be devoured
Spineless , clueless
To be de-backboned
Spineless clueless….
It's the maniac,
It's the maniac's banquet!