THERE WAS A GIRL NAMED JOSEPHINE, WITH HAIR OF GOLDEN STRANDS
SHE WAS BROUGHT, TO FEED THE QUEEN, THE FINGERS OF HER HAND
THE DRAGONS GUARD THE MEZZANINE, THE DEVIL MAKES DEMANDS
CAUGHT UP IN A BITTER RAIN, THERE IS NO JUSTICE IN THIS LAND
THE SLAVES BEND DOWN TO SERVE THE KING, THE MAD CONDUCTOR WAITS
WHY SELL YOUR SOUL FOR PAPER WINGS? THEY’D RATHER EAT YOU RAW WITH FAVA BEANS
PUPPETS DANCE BY TETHERED STRINGS, THE CONDUCTOR STRIKES THE BAND
THERE ARE NO HEROES ON TV, BUT SURE, YOU’LL UNDERSTAND
PERHAPS A COUPLE HUNDRED YEARS REMAIN UNTIL THE ROBOTS BEGIN THEIR FRIGHTFUL REIGN
GO NOW WITH YOUR ROBES FORGOT, LEAVE NOTHING BUT A PILLOW STAIN
THE QUEEN’S LAST WHEEZE, HER REPTILE BRAIN, AN OOZING, LEPROUS BREEDING
HER HEAD THEN WRAPPED IN CELLOPHANE, FROZEN, UNTIL THE ARMAGEDDON