Vorspiel

He woke up plastered and stumbling A full night of gin, pale sweat and seduction Are all but distant memories inside the heart of this shattered beast I have seen the end and it’s not here in this city amongst the beggars and the liars where must I travel to go beyond borders of the clinically insane far past the concept of mastermind straight into the heart of disbelief light a match and burn the whole place to the ground collect an ounce of the ash and bring it right back home to hang on the fucking mantel
And this is how we begin.......