The Imposture

<br>BIG TIME HADES APPROACHES<br><br>Tracking me down and cracking me up<br><br><br><br>They appear as reflections, as the glint in your lovers eye<br><br>Theyre gravediggers sent from the Common Cellar<br><br>To riddle the ceiling upon which we walk<br><br><br><br>Hopes the bribe I was given to comply<br><br>Cross my heart and hope to die<br><br>I cant trust what I feel<br><br>Touching me so gentle makes me doubt youre real<br><br><br><br>Big time Hades approaches<br><br>Tracking me down, cracking me up<br><br><br><br>And the crying of children from our stovepipes fills the air<br><br>You told them theyll fly to Heaven high.......you lie!<br><br><br><br>Im stepping into the hitherto darkest night<br><br>Viscous mascara covers the colourless inward-looking eye<br><br><br><br>Theres no light in the attic of Hell tonight<br><br>Crying of children from the Stovepipe fills the air<br><br><br><br>The Furies split up in rats and bats<br><br>To sniff out the monotonous humming in the air<br><br>The earthly daily distant noise of a thousand peoples<br><br>Last shrieks of terror before their ruin<br><br><br><br>...Someone poisoned my toothpaste...<br><br><br><br>BIG TIME HADES APPROACHES<br><br>Tracking me down and cracking me up<br><br><br><br>Theres no light<br><br>In the attic of Hell tonight!<br><br><br><br><br><br>All Snuff Pop Inc. music and lyrics written by Ant Mozart Khadaffi