Beaten down by
broken chance, the twisted Fates all smiled.
The only glimpse of
true romance was
breathing in the dial.
The work he'd done had moved his arms
-- no action for the brain;
Held on so long -- been pushed so far,
driven toward insane!
Oh, it's so sweet to run amuck!
To reach the unreachable spaces;
I've seen the signs -- I've despoiled
time!
But finally I know what my place is!
So come on and catch me --- come on and
catch me!
Love is gone, and so is rhyme; the
spark of sanity, borderline;
Resistance is futile! Weird pleasure's
absurd!
The mind creates challenge -- the lips
form the words --
"Come on and catch me, come on and
catch me..."
The limits are gone; embrace the
grotesque --
The stuff from which nightmares are
formed!
Abhorrent, deranged, it feels so
strange!
The challenge goes out to them all!
So come on and catch me, come on and
catch me...
Well, there's a green-eyed demon inside
of us all,
Waiting for the moment to serve;
Then it springs forth and it heads for
the source,
That loosens the glue on our nerves!
("It whispers...")
It's so sweet to run amuck! ("Sweet fruits were forbidden to
him.")
Just grab on, we'll change that luck! ("He went forth into the world, a
man of change.")
Take what you can; it's all for you! ("He would pillage time itself!")
No longer are you the world's fool! ("and bring Fate to its very
knees!")
So come on and catch me; come on and catch me ...