Testo Hallucination Guillotine

On a telegraph pole

An assassin is training his soul

Locked up in a fancy room

Not very far from doom


Intoxicated kids

Are ready to quit

His desires they scatter

His nerves they shatter



No window to see

No door to flee
The heart-attack machine

Is out of gear



The mighty nightmare-employer

Professor of paranoia

Is stealing near

Seven miles from here



Smoke coming out of their eyes

Insanity-tigers are licking his hands

A short romance

A vaporised dance