Inside the screams are
Growing closer and
It's tough imagining
What kind of monster
Pleading it calls in a sound like glasnost

Past piercing yells one
Wonders how it stood
All this time in a
Nice neighborhood
Standing outside the door to Leona's Madhouse

Ten arms to hold you
Red eyes to fear
It's lips do surgery
From ear to ear
It's trance seems very auspiciously luckless

Last kiss in the cold
The curtain of death
Falls on her comp'ny
Can she smell your breath?
Standing outside the door to Leona's Madhouse