Moths Lyrics - Pure Chewing Satisfaction - Lard

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