Give us a proper taste of lunacy
Stand up and give us a recital
Tell us of your psychotic fever dreams,
Of sickness of the soul and survival
Tell us all about degeneracy
And thick pharmaceutical pollution
Tell us all about the blight you've seen
And your frantic struggle for a solution
Don't forget to mention
The dragons at your back
The apocalyptic engines
That burn the blue sky black
Tell me all about the people you meet
When you're paralyzed and idle
Smoke and drink a blend of vodka and bleach
And await the speckled serpent's arrival
Raise a glass and tell us, how does it feel
To drown your pale and languishing virtues
You live in fiction, but your weakness is real
And what you don't know can hurt you
Don't forget to mention
The dragons at your back
The apocalyptic engines
That burn the blue sky black