Moths

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
 Moths
 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
 Kneel
 Al Jolson style
 Please, please
 Can I get a raise
 Crawl, crawl through the steaming jungle
 Please, please more purple kool aid
 Tabloid beauty corpses point the way
 We're not in Kansas any more