The Dancefloor Clinic Songtext / Lyric

The earth is calling

The flute's enthralling rodent mammal muridae



Before the blooming of a new age,

Renaissance takes death for granted



Xenopsylla Cheopsis cutting a caper

Cavorting on the oeuvre of Ferdinand Loh



In the cadence of hooves' adagio

White linen garments beckon eagerly

As every third is found prostrated on the hearse



St. Rochus, St. Sebastian,

Bless us from the scourge of mankind






Semen sowed in septic seedbed

Bodies' buboes budding freely

Flagellating flesh-furrows



Doctor Beak, the juggler

Conducting his dreaded bâton

Exposes random lung and boil



The maestro of the mortals

Spins obscene pirouettes throughout the operating theatre



Hemidemisemiquaver tarantella-scherzo

Caravacan Phylakterium: get thee hence, blackest of plagues!



Your lymph-notes' rhythm

Is symptomatic of

S.evere A.cute T.anzwut S.yndrome



Expelle pestem a me et a loco isto et libera me

Col tempo, la tempesta

Gluttony satiated?