Tonight you are far where the horny devil dines,
The place is called Sunshine, but the sun – it never shines.
Tonight you are guests of our treacherous dwelling
The red light in front of it only makes it more compelling.
Tonight you’ll be part of the macabre jamboree
You may let your spirit fly and be whoever you want to be…
I’m just an observer, the narrator of these tales,
I am the voice of misery; I’m the echo of its wails.