ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED??

HERE WE ARE NOW, ENTERTAIN US: 'Reaching out for something you've got to feel while clutching to what you had thought was real kicking at a dead horse pleases you no way of showing your gratitude so many things you don't want to do what is it? what have you got to lose what the hell what is it you think you're gonna find? hypocrite boredom sets into the boring mind struggle within it suits you fine struggle within your ruin struggle within you seal your own coffin struggle within the struggling within home is not a home it becomes a hell turning it into your prison cell advantages are taken, not handed out while you struggle inside your hell reaching out grabbing for something you've got to feel closing in the pressure upon you is so unreal struggle within it suits you fine struggle within your ruin struggle within you seal your own coffin struggle within the struggling within reaching out for something you've got to feel while clutching to what you had thought was real what the hell what is it you think you're gonna find hypocrite boredom sets into the boring mind struggle within it suits you fine struggle within your ruin struggle within you seal your own coffin struggle within the struggling within'; 'Welcome with a stench of misadventure, Libertines and sibling things a'grim Slither forth through the gateway’s hissing denture The moon, one up on the chateau battlements Gilds this torchlit drive to Shangri-la The solstice calls like the piper to rodentia Come join this hive of masquerades This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Dark royalties of ancient caste Feast in splendour For your vulgar delectation Decreed, that hunger shall be sated by the dawn In marble ballrooms of delight The erotic and the wicked dance alike Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for the spiteful The cellar smelt abrim with cracked wine and racked women Are spiced for even Marquis appetites Screams an aphrodisiac for the blackest ever nightfall Lords heed the call Vast boudoirs here are mastered by the minatory Walls plastered with the base relief of baser glories Ma cherie Debauchery deflower of my life, untie their bonds And push these fantasies to ever greater stories For your vulgar delectation Inhibit nothing, run free Loose sore cauteries before me Ripped, ṗrolific scars Are titbits on witch to feed The heathen hour strikes Wrong the rites Beasts ravage for your soul As lovely entrapment snaps Her fingers, hell comes crawling This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Let the cream of sinners learn at last For your vulgar delectation Decreed, that hunger shall be sated by the dawn Dawn burning, aghast With the judgment that we spend upon the evil We feed eternal hungriness Exceeding vile deeds that were freed in this cathedral'