Phantasmagoria!
I am a projection,
a holographic image of things so long ago.
And oh, do the listeners, do the onlookers ever wonder
who made me, who made me?
But look, look, look at what I am,
taped up in a mess of dust and debris.
Oh, it's phantasmagoria!
Oh, it's phantasmagoria!
Gory, gory, gory mess.
Phantasms everywhere.
Don't you dare look under there!
There are phantasms everywhere.
And I am a photograph,
representing that which has died.
The memories, sweet recollections, oh,
the flash-flash-flashbacks!
But look, look, look at what I am,
taped up in a mess of dust and debris.
Oh, it's phantasmagoria!
Oh, it's phantasmagoria!
Gory, gory, gory mess.
Phantasms everywhere.
Don't do you dare look under there!
There are phantasms everywhere.
Ghosty-ghosts and other scares.
Phantasms everywhere.
Don't you fucking dare look under there!
Oh, it's phantasmagoria!
But I'm here, I'm here;
you're looking at the pictures
and you're looking at the memories.
Who made me? Who made me?
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Take a picture, take a picture.
It'll last longer.
But look, look, look at what I am,
taped up in a mess of dust and debris.
Oh, it's phantasmagoria!
Oh, it's phantasmagoria!
Phantasms everywhere,
phantasms everywhere.
a holographic image of things so long ago.
And oh, do the listeners, do the onlookers ever wonder
who made me, who made me?
But look, look, look at what I am,
taped up in a mess of dust and debris.
Oh, it's phantasmagoria!
Oh, it's phantasmagoria!
Gory, gory, gory mess.
Phantasms everywhere.
Don't you dare look under there!
There are phantasms everywhere.
And I am a photograph,
representing that which has died.
The memories, sweet recollections, oh,
the flash-flash-flashbacks!
But look, look, look at what I am,
taped up in a mess of dust and debris.
Oh, it's phantasmagoria!
Oh, it's phantasmagoria!
Gory, gory, gory mess.
Phantasms everywhere.
Don't do you dare look under there!
There are phantasms everywhere.
Ghosty-ghosts and other scares.
Phantasms everywhere.
Don't you fucking dare look under there!
Oh, it's phantasmagoria!
But I'm here, I'm here;
you're looking at the pictures
and you're looking at the memories.
Who made me? Who made me?
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Take a picture, take a picture.
It'll last longer.
But look, look, look at what I am,
taped up in a mess of dust and debris.
Oh, it's phantasmagoria!
Oh, it's phantasmagoria!
Phantasms everywhere,
phantasms everywhere.