Vorspiel

He woke up plastered and stumbling

A full night of gin, pale sweat and seduction

Are all but distant memories inside the heart

Of this shattered beast

I have seen the end and it's not here in this city

Amongst the beggars and the liars

Where must I travel to go beyond borders

Of the clinically insane?

Far past the concept of mastermind

Straight into the heart of disbelief

Light a match and burn the whole place to the ground

Collect an ounce of the ash and bring it right back home

To hang on the fucking mantel

And this is how we begin.