Twelfth Night Creepshow
welcome
welcome
first today to see the creepshow
come see the exhibits
but do not touch
they cannot bear touch
here in the freak show
please do not hang back
it's hard enough to show people around
the creepshow
the creepshow
first, here on the rack strapped
a child's virgin mind
we see the careful whitecoats
affix their machines veins
to the pulsing neck side
checking dials they monitor reaction
she must love her daddy's banker
she must love her daddy's banker
for her part in the creepshow
the creepshow
Amanda, so sad
Amanda
but let's brush over sadness
give her the pills
and diagnose madness
give her... give her... give her... give her...
give her... give her... give her... give her...
Amanda
Amandahahahahaha!
anymore for any more?
no!
Cyril Has-Or-Might-Have-Been
must fill his lust
they let him bayonet robots
as his morning constitutional
to sate his rage
unless he feels his age
we can't have that!
sometimes he'll watch a war-film
on the moron machine in the corner of his cell
lost in time
lost in mind
Cyril writhes like smoke
his bigot's eyes are slashed skin
their expression none the nicer
for being blank
Amanda, still mad
Amanda
still sad...
"And so ladies and gentlemen,
we come to the nerve centre of the whole affair.
As you will see, it is a mirror.
To some it is the mirror of dreams,
where every passion, desire and action
flit through the still spaces behind its surface,
tantalising yet distant.
Of these many stand before it until death.
To others, it is distorting,
everything in it being warped and buckled by fear,
yet perceived as reality. These will cringe before it,
wimpering and immobile,
though a few batter their skulls against the dull
sheen,
attempting to smash the horrors they believe are in the
glass
or at least attain oblivion, whichever comes first.
Some see just a mirror, whilst some see what at first
appears to be their own image.
Which, however, moves them saying
'Come On, Wake up! Who's running this show anyway?'"
now
it's up to you
use your free will
you decide
yes you! you! you decide
whether or not you will return
for if you come again
you'd better bring your ball and chain
unguided embittered attraction of
the creepshow
the creepshow
the creepshow
