The Books Of Hell

One more stroke of fear to start Provoking all those vacuous eyes Disdain is just a simple matter Of self-preservation Watch them as they lose control Display what they conceal and Tell yourself the choice you made Was not dictated by your fate Was it a ghost that quoted Yeats And mentioned Strindberg To fix the blame This bathroom wall's all that remains Of what's been written Throughout the ages Hell's a place I'm getting used to A cesspool of mediocre brutes I claimed I was the blessed one Well, it's bliss that dragged me down But after all, I can't complain I've got some books of poems and plays And, yeah, the amusement's gone but, still Their fundamental truth remains Was it a ghost that quoted Yeats And mentioned Strindberg To fix the blame This bathroom wall's all that remains Of what's been written Throughout the ages