Infinitely frail bodies... yank on the strings and dangle out of reality
Split your legs and flay your arms as you dance to the dance of the performers
...for you are about to be pulled into this nightmare
The dance of the performers
Dance the dance of the believers as desires seep onto the surface
Suddenly stabbed in the dark, drained of the roots of life
You wade in a pond of your own perversions... saturated in your sick and slime and filth
Infinitely frail bodies! Pull your strings together.
Entangled in chaos... and twist them to contortions.
Screens of your past and... the tortures you led
Reincarnate... in what your created realms behold
Blame the crowded stages... you have created
Drown in the floods you have unleashed, fables will crawl
Pillars will crush you and this monument will fall.
Have you woken from the dreams?
People you thought you controlled, are nothing but figments
Feed your brain to the slaves; feed your heart to the whores
Drown in the floods you have unleashed, fables will crawl
Pillars will crush you and this monument will fall.
Your strings are now coated
In shards of shards of a mirror
Your reflection reveals bitter taste.
Will you cut your own strings?
...or give into utmost desire?
Bathe in what makes you whole
...as death floats onto the surface
Plagued the earth for centuries.
Martyrs now become fodder
...its more than decay, your strings pulled under
Your performers through death and wonder.
A love to hate, now becomes fonder
...its more than decay, your strings pulled under
Your performers through death and wonder.
Dance the dance of the believers
Bathe in what makes you whole
...as death floats onto the surface
Plagued the earth for centuries
...its more than decay, your strings pulled under
Your performers through death and wonder.
