TV glows like a giant skull
listen to us, you pitiless
we are the eyes of the thinking spider
beware the eyes of March
Sing with me
The Black Symphony
The Black Symphony
How clean
We lean
On the Master’s Dream
So mean
The Black Symphony
Who killed Adorno
and his lonely heart
says the man on TV
to the man who never came
Who killed the Veto
was it you or was it me
for the ones who know nothing
they will never know more!

words: boa, vella
music: toett, vella