The imposture

Big time hades approaches
tracking me down and cracking me up
They appear as reflections, as the glint in your lover's eye
they're gravediggers sent from the common cellar
to riddle the ceiling upon which we walk
Hope's the bribe i was given to comply
cross my heart and hope to die
i can't trust what i feel
touching me so gentle makes me doubt you're real
Big time hades approaches
tracking me down, cracking me up
And the crying of children from our stovepipes fills the air
you told them they'll fly to heaven high.......you lie!
I'm stepping into the hitherto darkest night
viscous mascara covers the colourless inward-looking eye
There's no light in the attic of hell tonight
crying of children from the stovepipe fills the air
The furies split up in rats and bats
to sniff out the monotonous humming in the air
the earthly daily distant noise of a thousand people's
last shrieks of terror before their ruin
...someone poisoned my toothpaste...
Big time hades approaches
tracking me down and cracking me up
There's no light
in the attic of hell tonight!