What figures these, who stand and who waits? What dreams are dreamt, by all the fates This web that binds us, to jerk and to twist That makes us dance, and makes us twitch
How easy to lie, to smile and to kiss The corpses laugh and start to jig She cut his throat, then cut her wrists Oh what fun we have when we exist
A wheel was turned and a web that's spun A plot that's hatched and then undone A promise broken and a curse that's kept The clock winds down and is then reset
How easy to lie, to smile and to kiss The corpses laugh and start to jig He cut her throat, then cut his wrists Oh what fun we have when we exist
The mirror darkens and the paint does peel The photos fade and the box is sealed Words on stone, or carved in wood Will others stand, where we stood?
How easy to lie, to smile and to kiss The corpses laugh and start to jig He cut their throats, then cut his wrists Oh what fun we have when we exist
Oh, such pain in all our births We victims and villains, who stalk the earth We plot and plunder, or are slain Then back on the wheel, the roles exchanged
How easy to lie, to smile and to kiss The corpses laugh and start to jig I cut their throats, then cut my wrists Oh what fun we have when we exist (x5)