Creepshow

Twelfth Night

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    Welcome
    Welcome
    First today to see the creepshow
    Come see the exhibits
    But do not touch
    They cannot bear touch
    Here in the freak show
    Please do not hang back
    It's hard enough to show people around
    The creep show
    The creep show
    First here on the rack strapped a child's virgin mind
    We see the careful whitecoats
    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
    Give her give her give her...
    Amanda
    Amandahahahahaha
    Anymore for any more?
    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 mind
    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 to be 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 dec
    ide
    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 creep show
    The creep show
    The creep show

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    Composición: Twelfth Night, Geoff Mann y Clive Mitten

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