There's a line
There's a line getting crossed
Getting crossed really often

And sometimes that's fine
And sometimes that's sick
And sometimes death gets dressed

fancier than a little boy

Set for unspeakable frights

Draped in dark delights
Twisted reverence
Rise to unthinkable heights

Feed this crazed abyss
Twisted elegance


Dressed in madness
Sheer awareness


Set for unspeakable frights
Draped in dark delights
Twisted reverence

Rise to unthinkable heights
Feed this crazed abyss
Twisted elegance


Did you see my clothes?
To keep them clean would betry my rats in the cage

But to drench them im madness...
is something that most of my grey little friends would approve


Dressed in madness
Sheer awareness


Step inside the fragments of eternity
Without regrets without compassion
Fade the beams of disgusting compromise

Zero the restraint in the shivering dream time