Illusions of Grandeur

[Verse] Welcome, bienvenue to the Splicer's Soirée Where the drinks are spliced and the crowd's crazed Beauty's but a mask away, then hideously displayed At this grotesque cabaret, Rapture's final phase The spotlights flicker on distorted faces Plastic smiles conceal their mind's erosion A jazz band of madmen playing warped refrains As the ADAM-addled dancers twirl in sick motion [Chorus] So take a seat, ignore the screams At the Splicer Cabaret's fever dreams Where up is down and real is faux And the show's insanity steals the show [Verse] A plasmid-powered chanteuse croons off-key Her voice once silk, now shrill and screeching While Steinman's "beauties" prance lasciviously Their "perfection" ruptured, bloody and bleaching [Verse] The Master of Ceremonies is a toupee-clad wreck Raving about his former wealth and glory As hecklers jeer from the rafters above This theatre of the damned's most gruesome story [Chorus] So take a seat, ignore the screams At the Splicer Cabaret's fever dreams Where up is down and real is faux And the show's insanity steals the show [Bridge] Behind the velvet curtains, the real show's grotesquerie Of splicers cannibalizing for one more fix of ADAM While Ryan chokes on the ashes of his underwater colony This circus of the deformed, this is Rapture's madame [Chorus] So take a seat, ignore the screams At the Splicer Cabaret's fever dreams Where up is down and real is faux And the show's insanity steals the show ]Guitar solo]