State of Euphoria A lucid land of happy plastic Smiling skies and laughing hills And of emotions orgiastic Wild highs and madd ning thrills Yet neath the plastic nothing lies but damning falsehoods formless air Though all are happy dumb and wise None know why and no one cares Like puppets they dance singing their song Drinking in all of this meaningless measure They never suspect that anything s wrong So hid eous ly caught in their unholy pleasure They pass their lives with such a bliss Distasteful tasks become orgasmic Without a sign that all s amiss They live their twisted lives phantasmic The people dine on bitter lies and break their fast on hellish fears Through grinning teeth come soulful cries From smiling eyes come twinkling tears One by one they stand in line To meet the hooded axeman there His skill is mastered honed refined His blade so sharp to split a hair One by one they dissappear No one cares nor reasons why The absences are far from queer For everyone sometime must die The axe is swift the blade cuts deep The line moves forward up a pace The heads roll down to form a heap All with a twisted smiling face The hooded man upon his knees says happily Let it begin He doesn t offer cries or please Upon his face he wears a grin Yet no one s there alone is he Amidst a mass of human heads And he ll be there eternally Expecting swiftly to be dead Fields of skulls grinning with glee Alone in this phantasmagoria The lone survivor bent on his knes Lost in this State of Euphoria For Mephisto our favorite Archfiend by Cthulu MiST