Behemoth

Waiter, more bread and circuses, please. A blast from the past and a memory of the future, here comes Behemoth. From a voice in the wilderness, long ago yet right away.
Robert James Fuller: vocal, guitar
Chris Hall- lead guitar
Duffy Williams- bass
Kevin Blackwood- drums
Produced by Chris Hall
Mastering by Mark Guenther
Behemoth--
Step right up, we've got
carnival freaks with shrunken heads
siamese twins pickled in a bottle
over in the side show, fair haired girls mingle with swans
chased by a lion, you're met by a bear, and you
put your hand on a snake
Where do your dreams end and you begin?
feathers and face paint beneath the white coats
model my inventions
tell your hard luck stories while you cook my soup
in human society it's dangerous to have a head
Climb every mountain, ride every river to the sea
to the sea, to the bottom of the sea
Insignificance is the common malady
can you miss your life like you miss a plane?
camera is king, news and excitement bombs your brain
the face is a mask, the soul is a shadow
Halls of delusion where the empty box nestles the
staircase to your room
a deaf mute with the message of destiny arrives on the
meat-slaving wheel
and the whole world is sophisticated
Climb every mountain, ride every river to the sea
to the sea, to the bottom of the sea
(Robert James Fuller, Glamourpuss Music ASCAP)