Master David
Come dance with me,
young master David,
through vast fields of noise
and random clockwork images
Come dance with me,
young master David,
in the tower above the palace
owned by that strange man,
The king of the Goblins.
Sing with me, please
songs of torture and blood
and hypocrisy.
Gassed to death by their own hand, quite humble
we sit and watch our tower crumble.
We watch the earth beneath our feet
getting closer
and closer.
Gee, those rocks don’t really look like ants anymore
Now we dance through cactus patches
bruised and scratched
barefoot and never-ending
Our song is not so sweet anymore.
Ode to my Caligula Poster - Platinum Dead Rose Red
