Twelfth Night - Creepshow | Текст песни

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• Twelfth Night
• Creepshow

Welcome, welcome
First today to see the creepshow
Come see the exhibits, but do not touch
They cannot bear touch, here in the creepshow

Please do not hang back
It’s hard enough to show people around
The creepshow, the creepshow

First, here on the rack strapped, a child’s virgin mind
We see the careful white-coats
Affix their machines veins to the pulsing neck side
Checking dials they monitor reaction
She must love her daddy’s banker
She must love her daddy’s banker
For her part in the creepshow, the creepshow

Amanda, so sad, Amanda …
But let’s brush over sadness, give her the pills and diagnose madness, madness
Give her, give her, Amanda? Amanda!

Anymore for any more? No!

Cyril Has-Or-Might-Have-Been must fill his lust
They let him bayonet robots as his morning constitutional
To sate his rage unless he feels his age
We can’t have that!

Sometimes he’ll watch a war-film
On the moron machine in the corner of his cell
Lost in time, lost in minds
Cyril writhes like smoke
His bigot’s eyes are slashed skin
Their expression none the nicer for being blank

Amanda, still mad. Amanda, still sad…

“And so ladies and gentlemen,
We come to the nerve centre of the whole affair.
As you will see, it is a mirror.
To some it is the mirror of dreams,
Where every passion, desire and action flit through the still spaces behind its surface,
Tantalising yet distant.
Of these many stand before it until death.
To others, it is distorting,
Everything in it being warped and buckled by fear,
Yet perceived as reality.
These will cringe before it, wimpering and immobile,
Though a few batter their skulls against the dull sheen
Attempting to smash the horrors they believe are in the glass or at least attain oblivion, whichever comes first.
Some see just a mirror, whilst some see what at first appears to be their own image, which, however, moves them saying

‘COME ON, WAKE UP!
WHO’S RUNNING THIS SHOW ANYWAY?’”

Now, It’s up to you
Use your free will
You decide, yes you! you! you decide
Whether or not you will return

For if you come again
You’d better bring your ball and chain
Unguided embittered attraction of
The creepshow
The creepshow
The creepshow