change will
come through the mouth of a gun the truth is a bullet the mind is a gun and a gun is power as money is power and beauty is power we
like power we can’t get enough all relationships are based on power and resistance to power coz power ennobles while the fear of losing power
corrupts it’s that terrible dynamic that measures out the conflict that constitutes our lives
paint a
picture of this emotionally squalid got the fear on now something chronic but I have music inside me so I’m not that far gone not
a damp eye in the house must be the
season of cynics I’m too tired to make
adjustments this late in the deal
lately, I’m riddled with doubt and what if it’s bad? but what if it’s good? but
what if it’s bad? and what if they
laugh? so what if they do? it’s
the bloody psychogenesis of crippling
inertia my head is black with
trouble and I’m weary of the conflict
I quit for the sake of my sanity but I soon found out you have to quit every day maybe I’ll quit quitting no, don’t tempt me don’t get me started once I get started I don’t know how to stop I’m not a temperate man I’m a greedy bastard who cannot get enough
It’s not easy
staying sober but it’s so much
harder staying drunk staying drunk takes dedication an appetite for destruction the
will to live as a fucking pariah, a leper and a bum no, I no longer have the strength to
deal with so much fun
he don't know who he is
coz he’s
had a hit
that's knocked
him
fucking senseless
so he
does his business
with a brownian motion
he’s erratic and addled
I felt I owed
you some words but what’s the
point? they wouldn’t ring true they’d make me like you I’m
too lazy now to speak the truth they say there’s beauty in truth even when it hurts I’m not so sure the truth can be ugly it can cut like a knife
does the lie
you believe become the truth? people
tell lies to look more attractive but
mostly they just get uglier I heard what you said that I wasn’t worth knowing but it was said from a distance so I might have been dreaming
a world
without madness would be a mediocrity but when I realised what a sick, awful joke
the world is I went stark raving
mad and madness begets madness so soon I was lost insanity
is no escape from reality it’s an
overdose of reality isolation, loneliness, desperation and
rage all of these are real the whole world is mad and in a world of madness perhaps only the crazy are truly sane
I have worn the cloak of madness madness that
wore me down it took over my
mind and co-opted every action my messianic highs, my diabolical
lows were as inclement as the weather
they guided my tongue and my actions they
damned me as they exalted me but I
glimpsed eternity and thrilled to uncover my great secret we are all as gods we are all of us insane only some of us know it only some bear the pain
I want to live
the life of my dreams use my power
in the service of my vision let me
tell you about my favourite hallucination…
it didn’t look like him but I
knew who he was from his smile he
was young he will always be
young he brought a message from my sponsor I’d been tuning into the wrong
channel I’d better find a new
gimmick abandon my poverty store up some treasure in heaven I needed a change of scene I
needed to change a lot of things the cosmos seems indifferent and cold so how about a little peace, love and understanding? if it’s too hard to get your head
around you can always consult the
manual…
I embrace my anger
as something splendid something
glorious a denial of restraint but never of reason I’m talking something pure free of horror or pity action beyond mere frenzy the ripened grapes of wrath
I’m a
singular entity I keep my own
counsel the panicked herd does not
sway me I damn them all to perdition I’m ruthless and perfected in my wayward geometry I’ll see them burn in the hell they made for me
so I’m the
bad guy? how did that happen? I thought I was spreading love but I was sewing discord I was a devil but ain’t we all devils? and Isn’t this our hell? man, it’s so easy to be wicked people will help you everybody does it I was no different maybe I was worse but according to the common gospel I’ve been forgiven coz the sins of the flesh are unimportant only sins of the soul are shameful
don’t judge
that book by its cover that cunt
could get a piece at anybody’s door
he oozes a dark charisma
that’s how he gets things done
he’s packing dynamite and he’s
on a short fuse anything can
happen and very often does aye, he’s bad news his wiring is all wrong he don’t mean no harm but sometimes he can’t help himself
I’m just an ordinary sucker with extraordinary needs I have to stir the pot several times a week my appetites are excessive my appetites are raw for me sex is like a drug that leaves me wanting more
everything is about sex except sex sex is about power maybe that’s my problem maybe I lack power or perhaps I have too much all I know is when I make that
contact and the game is on I’m more than just promiscuous I’m mother nature’s son
