From a place where the bizarre is mundane
Serve death and despair to your enemies
The eye does not know where to look...
You may be unhinged, but you still embody flair
It's your party, Captain -- one of utter chaos
Even your heart ticks its own strange rhythm
You're all dressed and ready to put on a show
The defeat of foes is a ceremony all its own
What do you see through the looking glass?
