Return
He's arrived at the party, all smooth and smile,
Nothing to incriminate, nothing to defile,
His hearse is disguised as a limousine,
The crystal chandelier a guillotine,
His devious mind is Daedalus reborn,
Never has he pleasured, never has he mourned,
A white straightjacket is his Sunday best,
This marble palace is phobia's unrest,
He smiles with sparkling insanity,
His eyes behold the setting vanity,
With a broadening grin, he steps inside,
All conversation is now brushed aside,
Their eyes feast upon this new-arrived man,
This smiling dementia of the poisoned land,
And in that moment, they feel his burn,
As into this world Moira's insanity return...