Wax Museum

Nothing special behind that door

Baseball fans packed in a herd

While little dolls follow the latest soap opera

Wearing a mask for laughing

Wearing a mask for crying

It all depends on your reference

One thousand idols, rotting, collecting dust

A bunch of flyers crawling across the walls

Roaches and roaches and roaches making love

Welcome to hell!

Inside these walls nothing to see

Spiritual ashes you're gonna find

The ghost is away, just be patient

Be patient

Faceless, heartless, lacking of faith

Next to a poet, barefoot, obscene

His cry has turned into a hyena laughter