The man with no insides, the man with no insides
The man with no insides, the man with no insides
Open this Pandora's box
Crossed fequencies pass through
Embark on someone else's train
Pop goes the king weasel
So let the chant begin "“ ensue
Master the dance of the dead "“ vital
Sing lullabies of times gone by
Come children emanate him
Immerse the pawn
Into the salve of delight
Entwined within the carnival of soars
Pop goes the king weasel