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