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