Curtains - The Lion's Daughter

Hide behind a curtain that’s in flames

Cannot burn the house lights out

Bleed through your subtle dance

Worn feet face infection

Vermin wait downstage

Blind death waits in the crowd

Plastic body falling from a noose

Roll it over, it’s wet and warm

Ignore the audience

They pay for perversion

Expose the panel, flip the switch

Send us to hell

So slick for a ghost

Something has found us

It might be the night terror

Unnatural, shining in secret

The strange way the shadows growac

Ignore the audience

Blind death waits in the crowd