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  • Текст песни Twelfth Night - Creepshow

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    Welcome, welcome
    First today to see the creepshow
    Come see the exhibits, but do not touch
    They cannot bear touch, here in the creepshow

    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 white-coats
    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, madness
    Give her, give her, Amanda? Amanda!

    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 minds
    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

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