Mason Climbs The Ladder
Mason Verger, evil genius,
Twisted soul from hell, so fine.
Went to Daddy's charity summer camp,
Poor kids fodder for his twisted mind,
Amazing what a buck will buy.
When they caught him, he was sorry
Only that the games did end.
Never mind, he still has Margot,
Special sister, special friend,
Against him, she cannot defend.
Mason faces criminal charges,
Daddy's influence comes to bear,
He must do community service,
Make reparations, (only fair)
See a shrink (for this he doesn't care).
Mason thinks that he knows better,
Thinks that he has laid a trap
For this court appointed Lecter.
Licks his lips, those he once had.
Dare you then to call him mad?
Mason thinks he will seduce him,
Play those games he knows so well,
Let him know just who's the master.
Dare the doctor kiss and tell?
Games played in the bowels of hell!
Leads the doctor up the staircase,
Mason dressed in clothes so fine,
Leans in toward him, eyes seductive
Lips speak volumes, take the time
To touch, to taste, to lick, be mine.
"Doctor, I've a game to show you,
One I play here on my own.
Auto-erotic asphyxiation -
How would you like to be shown
The ropes, know what is now unknown?"
"Climb the ladder," Lecter urges,
"Show me what it is you mean.
Would you like to have a popper?"
How intense those red eyes gleam
As they drink the bizarre scene.
Mason's laughter rings out freely,
Spinning wildly, giddily,
Pants that hang around his ankles,
Cheeks that gleam, so white, so free,
Lecter sees what he can see.
"Watch this, Doctor," Mason giggles,
His handiwork there to be seen.
Lecter puffs on his thin cheroot,
Just as calm as he can be,
A man of infinite calm is he.
Whirling Mason, demon dervish
Thinks that he owns Lecter's soul.
Now he's got him where he wants him,
Waves of ecstasy take control.
His heart is wild, how wild his soul!
Shards of glass which glitter darkly
From the broken mirror fall.
Lecter hands one to his victim,
Whispers to him in his drawl,
"Cut your face off, slice it all."
Lecter picks up facial pieces,
Canine fodder, food for thought
Mason couldn't get much higher,
This is it, it's what he's sought,
Lecter's soul, paid for and bought.
Lecter's work is almost done now,
Climbs the ladder, kiss for luck,
Holds the bloody "face" in his hands,
Breaks his neck with the noose, tough luck.
"Ta-ta for now, poor little schmuck."
Mason's life is in his chair now
Former pleasures not to be had.
What once went up can never rise again,
He's wholly evil, still completely bad -
Still, he's not entirely sad
For his dreams live on within him,
Dreams of vengeance yet to come.
He lives for Lecter, lives to see him
Within his power, under his thumb.
One only will emerge - which one?
Mason Verger, evil genius,
Twisted soul from hell, so fine.
Went to Daddy's charity summer camp,
Poor kids fodder for his twisted mind,
Amazing what a buck will buy.
When they caught him, he was sorry
Only that the games did end.
Never mind, he still has Margot,
Special sister, special friend,
Against him, she cannot defend.
Mason faces criminal charges,
Daddy's influence comes to bear,
He must do community service,
Make reparations, (only fair)
See a shrink (for this he doesn't care).
Mason thinks that he knows better,
Thinks that he has laid a trap
For this court appointed Lecter.
Licks his lips, those he once had.
Dare you then to call him mad?
Mason thinks he will seduce him,
Play those games he knows so well,
Let him know just who's the master.
Dare the doctor kiss and tell?
Games played in the bowels of hell!
Leads the doctor up the staircase,
Mason dressed in clothes so fine,
Leans in toward him, eyes seductive
Lips speak volumes, take the time
To touch, to taste, to lick, be mine.
"Doctor, I've a game to show you,
One I play here on my own.
Auto-erotic asphyxiation -
How would you like to be shown
The ropes, know what is now unknown?"
"Climb the ladder," Lecter urges,
"Show me what it is you mean.
Would you like to have a popper?"
How intense those red eyes gleam
As they drink the bizarre scene.
Mason's laughter rings out freely,
Spinning wildly, giddily,
Pants that hang around his ankles,
Cheeks that gleam, so white, so free,
Lecter sees what he can see.
"Watch this, Doctor," Mason giggles,
His handiwork there to be seen.
Lecter puffs on his thin cheroot,
Just as calm as he can be,
A man of infinite calm is he.
Whirling Mason, demon dervish
Thinks that he owns Lecter's soul.
Now he's got him where he wants him,
Waves of ecstasy take control.
His heart is wild, how wild his soul!
Shards of glass which glitter darkly
From the broken mirror fall.
Lecter hands one to his victim,
Whispers to him in his drawl,
"Cut your face off, slice it all."
Lecter picks up facial pieces,
Canine fodder, food for thought
Mason couldn't get much higher,
This is it, it's what he's sought,
Lecter's soul, paid for and bought.
Lecter's work is almost done now,
Climbs the ladder, kiss for luck,
Holds the bloody "face" in his hands,
Breaks his neck with the noose, tough luck.
"Ta-ta for now, poor little schmuck."
Mason's life is in his chair now
Former pleasures not to be had.
What once went up can never rise again,
He's wholly evil, still completely bad -
Still, he's not entirely sad
For his dreams live on within him,
Dreams of vengeance yet to come.
He lives for Lecter, lives to see him
Within his power, under his thumb.
One only will emerge - which one?