When I heard what you were about, i was a skeptic, thinking you were not real. The night I finally met you, a zealot; you satisfied all i had to appeal. "A meat market" the audience proclaimed, "place of synthetic bliss!" But I know the truth about you now, your passion exceeds a ******'s kiss.
You are the ultimate comfort, you are the place where the love is free. Where the youth go to stray from the world, anyone who has felt you would agree.
Lights... Sounds... Soothing... Rolling...
so much energy within your walls, you sweat with our testimonies.
They call me a raving lunatic My mind is poor and sick
Manic vagabond, mystic sorcerer Snake Oil Salesman, Son of Lucifer Given wings of Raven feathers Cursed to live in stormy weather Chaos lives beneath the color of my painted teeth I've a dark mind indeed, of morbid persuasion Come sing along to your damnation Ride the cannibal sensation Devise a way to survive the game Or you won't get out alive again
Alchemy infernal, elixir of dark might Inhale the emerald Smoke of Jesterian Light Given to us a seventh sight Arise to conquer the lies this night Our darkest night
A beast, a fiend, a wicked thing I'm a regular madman A creep, a dream, a demon seed A regular madman Indeed
Follow me through the thick of the trees Over roots and rocks and dying leaves To a darker realm of mystery Where everyone is a freak like me
A better place, you'll see A better place indeed
An old song about.... (?) ..... I originally wrote for a project that never got used because that project became instrumental instead.
Our old uncle, Daedalus, he'd grin when he spoke to us His mouth was missing teeth and so his wisdom flowed out free He always smelled of cheap cigars alleyways and corner bars He'd tell us he had seen the world and this was his decree:
"Don't fly too high, you little *****. You just might live to pay for it. The Sun is always hot, the ground gets harder every day."
"But, Daedalus," we would complain, "You are old and we would fain see the sights you saw before we sleep beneath the clay."
And dear old Uncle Daedalus he'd laugh and spit and swear at us "You ******* little ***** had better heed the tale I tell. This life is one big ******* maze with twists and turns and tricks to play. The kings control the monsters, who make Earth a living Hell."
We'd try to listen, try to thank him for the words, but his breath stank and, anyway, we thought that he had prob'ly **** himself
But dear old Uncle Daedalus hung Death from lips that spoke to us and ****** if he weren't right about the things he always said: "Inventiveness works, by and by with daring, you may taunt the sky like I did but the fall is long-- my dreams and son are dead."
He always smelled of cheap cigars alleyways and corner bars "You ******* little ***** had better heed the tale I tell..."
"Don't fly too high, you little *****. You just might live to pay for it. The kings control the monsters, who make Earth a living Hell."