Salem Hill - The Great Steropticon lyrics

I will scorch your epitaph “amuse me” Liquid crystal display on your coffin lid And then remote control for the “other side” Which poor soul gets voted off the island this week? Couldn't “cross over” the 10 foot living room Maybe you can take it with you after all It got so sad – your life as “Viscount Voyeur” Your flesh was willing and your spirit just as weak Pathetic circles spinning through this universe Surrogate Elijahs breathe their fiery curse Was it as fun for her as it was for your pride? Underneath it all I find no underneath The spark He gave you--never a fire The years of becoming--when will you be? Not even a thought Craving realistic Eating realism avoiding real I will scorch your epitaph “amuse me” Your fifteen minutes locked in syndication