collect my thoughts from glass shards,
a series of rapid coughs,
shuffle madly through Arkham Asylum's yard cacklin' hard
typical make up is white,
a big green smile, I get a keen delight from screaming nights
you know what keeps me happy? fire and die-no-mite!
if you don't believe me, watch the news at nine
I lit the fuse alight right before the Bat caught me,
you can't tell me that won't make great hard copy!
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...