It was a dark night, I couldn't see;
And senses were unbound in ESP
Who is really here?
When in dream awake,
I'd paint,
Subconscious, the expanse I saw
The portal to the mind's eye, open!
I contemplated
Who it was that pulled the strings
O those things I saw
In dreadful masquerade
Of stark madness
Went merry round with my head
Was it dead?
Was it dead?
I passed out, embraced their world
Savoured the poetry of revolt –
Sheer elegy of menace
I have not been the same since,
I took on the profession of a devil
The world I see in a grotesque light
Evil I perform with the gestures of a clown
Pure I live in blasphemy
Mephisto I am hidden in Madonna's gown
From the code of common sense I'm free
Too bad you are not here to partake my strange horror
‘Cause here is where our ways will part
I will not exchange this power,
Spring of my suffering.
I do not envy the conscience pure
Of the blind man in his bliss world
I would not be devoid the fruit of guile
What are we waiting?
I am sick and tired
This time I see

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