Текст песни The Magical Menagerie of Souls - Josh Woodward

Mr. Newman, I'm assuming that you're looking for some humans
Their brains are getting riper but there's lots of work to do
I'll provide you with a manifest of all the new arrivals
I'm certain that there's something here for you
There's Alabaster, Leopold, and Maximiliano
Lawrence is a bargain, you can have him for a song
Oh! The places you will go with all the people you will know
In the Magical Menagerie of Souls

You'll find your muse, your font of inspiration
With some minor contemplation, the words will write themselves
In the darkest realm, of shadowy existence
The strangest minds that we can breed
Satisfaction guaranteed

Mr. Newman, you are choosing, so while you are perusing
I want to catch you up on some experiments we're doing
The data's incomplete but we're encouraged all the same
Our quality is climbing by the day
You don't need to be nervous, but inside our Terms of Service
We've added an addendum to identify the verdict
We stand behind our product and the safety of our souls
But there's something that you ought to know

With every one, there's a fragment of residue
That latches itself to you, and never lets go
And it burrows deep, like a lumbering parasite
It feeds until it finds the truth
Until it's finally part of you

We hope you like, our marvelous creations
Distilled imaginations, into spirits of the mind
May you find your song, in vivid living color
In the Magical Menagerie of Souls
In the Magical Menagerie of Souls