Necrosadistic Goat Torture

The Maniac's Banquet

Necrosadistic Goat Torture


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!