Pulling...at influential ties.
Grasping...prime time exposure,
Glutting the market with rancid fruit,
Taking heed to the call of hunger.
A network of pulsating veins,
Pump bile to the fasting throng.
With such insatiable appetites,
They choke through stuffed jaws.
Household finger puppets,
Twisted to perfection,
Watch the swinging masquerade.
An infectious, seductive worm,
Skulls beneath now blackened flesh,
And as the fever intensifies,
You'll move to the compulsive beat.
Frenzied delirium,
Your eyes cloud over.
Rigid stare,
enjoy the bulging emptiness.
As sight and sound lose all meaning,
Another hit for the aging triad.
Household finger puppets,
Twisted to perfection,
Join the swinging masquerade