Welcome, sir, and get up to the last dance.
Not my fault - you made the choice when you went through the entrance.
Have a little bit of patience, though,
I'm in demand on this masquerade.

Oh, how the lights flicker, see? And the shadows spoil my senses.
That's a tad senseless of you to get on my nerves - offensive...
But I understand the sentiment, you are restless,
Well, I never let you close your eyelids once you drop the curtains.
All the offenses a gentleman like you keeps in his memories,
You are a cancer to the working class.

Your defense is - you desired to be wealthy.
Have a glass of gin, your mouth seems filthy.
The oppression you have built, indeed
Needed  a mastermind, alike to mine
A nine to five would not be fine for us.
The masses abiding us; we even control the foreigners.

Please observe my lovely smile,
This balet - stand on your toes and prance around.
Like the puppet on the strings I have pulled a thousand times.
Are you sure you are worthy to see through my disguise?

Pardon me, sir, henceforth
I'm your conscience, the one you have cancelled
Hidden in the stacks of gold
But the truth is, a soul can't be sold.

Weep, my dear, in quiet sorrow.
For us, as it turns out, there is no tomorrow.
The combination of ***** and alcohol
Is known of being thorough.
All this injustice you have caused
Was working on the time you had borrowed.

"See you soon."
He says
Two set of knuckles
Leading me blind

I bellow it out
alike  
a forge,
out temple..

Pftffffffffffffffffffff

Coy,
Sunlight fades
as I begin
to steep
in the shade

Blackness,
like mist,
nearly pixelating
my daze

I'm blind,
I'm falling,
I've died,
Still,
same place

A tickle
of color
splashed trickle
in space

Playing
in front of
my eyes with
no face

This sprite
is electric
This Nymph holds
my gaze

To and fro
this vividity
does go
spinning and
swirling
Oh, what
a show

And then it
creates such
colossals
of glow

The colors
so vibrant,
with some I
don't know
This bright
neon orchestra
might be,..

Symphony.

Diamonds.

With eyes,
so alien,
akin flys,
I see

A figure,
no face,
pirouettes,
my treat

A sapphire balet,

next, a green man
whose stare
seldom left me
but (he) did sit, and
not stand

Entrapment
ensues, as I
couldn't choose
in-between, said,
sat man,
or falling
for blues