He awakes to their constant screams
Enraged by the agony in their pleas
With a sinister smile
He readies himself for a nasty surprise
Searching for the latest headlines
Welcome to Needham Point
Bathed in neon light
He emerges from the shadows
So easily enticed
Countless faces
Bloodstained traces
The dealer of death's hand
On his way to Needham Point
A puppet pulled by strings that are broke
Once again we find ourselves drawn here
Like a moth to the flame
A reoccurring dream, one from which we'll never wake
Just a stone's thrown away
Busy street passerby, his domain
On his way to Needham Point
A puppet pulled by strings that are broke
A devil in a jester's court
We're all welcome at Needham Point