Atrox The Bedlam Of The Bedlam Lyrics

The Bedlam Of The Bedlam Lyrics

A young man astride a rocking horse. His petticoats bristling. His eyes closed
with pleasure enjoying the euphony of his fork scraping his plate.

Facing
him sits a filthy oldie shaking his dentures like castanets. Whistling through
his nostrils, giggling with tears in his eyes.

The clattering of my
teeth. Sometimes a coff, sometimes an achoo.

Heard a cry for help, but
didn't pay attention. Thought it was only myself as usual - the beldam of the
bedlam. 

A toothless hag moving eyeball-beads in an abacus. They stare
so, they stare so on her rope of pearls: A row of Lilliputian skulls on a
string.

The oldie chants the alphabet in an order he has fixed himself.
Once he strode down the aisle with a wedding gown on an arm's length.

His
bride-not-to-be (anymore) in the soil right outside.

The youngster tells
about how he once lay in a bathtub barely conscious in rusty-bloody-red
water.

The bathtub tiptoed on lionpaws to the landing, tipped over and
flung him down the stairs on a rusty-bloody-red runner.

I'd like to tell
them about a dragon with hiccups. Hiccuping fire in headwind, burning itself.
But I'd better not...