the cloak of madness

 

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

Logia

 

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…

frenzied

I could torch this world of contradictions     everything is turned on its head        good is evil     and evil is good      and no-one really cares      I get the rage       it’s more than simple savagery       it runs rational and lethal         it’s integral to my energy

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

Shameful

 

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 

Manic

 

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