Troy Von Balthazar Applause
we deserve an award for being so evil
bow for applause, but there are are no people
down on one knee
a dream that reverses
I saw his face, the demon of verses
they speak of the beast
we hear of the danger
from out of a cloud
in walks a stranger
his hands touch and capture
his face flushed with rapture
give me a key that opens the places
that leads to the door where the back of the face is
that opens the door where the back of the face is
what a Halloween
what a horror
what a Halloween
