"Moths" as written by and Eric R Boucher William Fredrick Rieflin....
Spiral down the path

Of least resistance

Down a chute to a bed of nails

That becomes a trampoline

Bouncing lost souls

Emperor Ludwig is with us
From extreme to extreme

So is Doctor T

Technicolor stairs and spires
Fantasia trips and wires

5,000 happy fingers

Ready to play our song

Vortex recedes
All I hear and see

Echoes of my face and fears
In a chamber of one way mirrors

Voices from the drain

Whisper like machines

Now that you're in our dimension

You'll never leave

To leash and harvest thee
Ahh, treasure gleams

Down, down to Bermuda Triangle

Sink, sink 10,000 feet below

Time to finally meet the zookeepers

We let swallow us whole

Light any flame

They fly right in

Deep in Chinatown
In New York City

Drop a coin into a cage

Chickens dance on a hot plate

Hot foot round & round

Til the wheel runs down

That's you as we view

Through our ceiling of glass


Al Jolson style
Please, please

Can I get a raise

Crawl, crawl through the steaming jungle

Please, please more purple cool aid

Tabloid beauty corpses point the way

We're not in Kansas any more

Lyrics submitted by jt

"Moths" as written by Eric Boucher Al Jourgensen

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