Many marionettes,
Dripping from your fingers
Grinning, mesmerized
The foolish ones they linger
Dancing to your time
Rattling to your metronome
Painted and gilded
Lame'd to the bone
All your parlour games
Spellbinding patterns in their brains
Sucking your cheroot
Worshipping your photograph
Like a peepshow prostitute
A voyeuristic phonograph
Masked grotesques
Performing pirouettes
Shadowing silhouettes
Ghastly rictus smiles
Sickly in the ghastlight
Finally extinguishing
Memories of a past life
You sold your soul
So long ago
Paid in silver
And let te candle blow
And on your own
With your reflection
You spread the cards
But you never find the fool
Spinning your web
Your ectoplastic ball of gloss
Handing around
Your sweetly poisoned phonograph
To the dolls of your desire
Come hither, come higher
Stand closer to my fire
Surrender
Surrender
To the kiss of the the abyss