Fear of the Thing Itself Songtext
von Mark Sheeky

The clock hits twelve
The moonlight in his cell
He strokes and preens and awaits
The arrival of the queen
The one he met
Those years ago in wet
The night she changed his life
With the mission and the knife

She comes!
She comes!
She comes!
Her words like running waters flow
The voice of heaven speaks!
The voice commands his hands to dance


Long white beard bent and weird
Twisted fingernails
Eyes afeared
Whispered voices to himself
Messages from the elf
Twists of joy
Curls of lust
Skin of leather and mind of rust
Fairies dancing on the shelf
Fear of the thing itself

She comes!
She comes!
She comes!
Golden halo of the queen
Her words like flowing wine
Showing images unseen
Enraptured by her love

He sits and paints
In solitude and peace
He baits the trap and awaits
The arrival of the priest
The doctors say
His mind is miles away
But such is genius
With a touch of murderous


She comes!
She comes!
She comes!
Her words like running waters flow
The voice of heaven speaks!
The voice commands his hands to dance

Long white beard bent and weird
Twisted fingernails
Eyes afeared
Whispered voices to himself
Messages from the elf
Twists of joy
Curls of lust
Skin of leather and mind of rust
Fairies dancing on the shelf
Fear of the thing itself