Moonspell

As madmen, some hung head down
From a long-dead tree
Some discuss, all at once
For no one to hear
Variations on emptiness
Great themes on vain glory
And as some go feral in strange performances
Dressing customs that are metaphors
Of your disease
Hungry eyes are looking for Me...Mephisto
Laughing, I feed you
With meaningless games, tricks and philopsophies
Whose answers you would die for
In your hunger to believe
How it does amuse Me
And makes Me wonder