Lard - Moths - Sözleri

Spiral down the path



Of least resistance



Down a chute to a bed of nails



That becomes a trampoline







Bouncing lost souls





Emperor Ludwig is with us

From extreme to extreme



So is Doctor T







Technicolor stairs and 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







To leash and harvest thee

Ahh, treasure gleams









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



Til 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

														   

														   



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