Vanden Plas

My apocalyptical dream of a
Man behind a mask
A vision - Delusion, a hallucination.
A something that led me astray
I have stared in a place
in a "never-been time"
I saw his feather is spinous
Injecting a virus
His mission will come to an end
When we dance with the dead
Sweet and feral liaison
Facing pestilence scenes
In my mirror of dreams
On the day when the sun disappears
Then I see the lights
In a city of angels
Dehumanized toys dropping dead
With a strange manufacturing vice
They still live in fear of the old puppeteer