Mammoth Opus O

Rooms of darkness without colours
Ceiling press you down on the floor
Tableware filled up with vomit
Lepers freaks and cross eyed traitors
Are jumping round the bathroom door

One of them turns on the water
One of them turns on the gas
One of them turns on the daughter
One of them begins the slaughter
One of them begins the mass

After that a clown is laughing
Cannot stop and them goes mad
'Cause he can't believe the story
Tells him nothing about glory
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