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It was a dark night, I couldn't see; |
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And senses were unbound in ESP |
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When in dream awake, |
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I'd paint, |
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Subconcious, the expanse I saw |
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The portal to the minds eye, open! |
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- I contemplated |
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Who it was that pulled the strings |
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O those things I saw in dreadful masquerade |
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Of stark madness went merry round with my head |
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I passed out, embraced their world |
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Savoured the poetry of revolt - |
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Sheer elegy of menace |
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I have not been the same since, |
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I took on the profession of a devil |
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The world I see in grotesque light |
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Evil perform with the gestures of a clown |
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Pure I live in blasphemy |
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Mephisto I am hidden in Madonnas gown |
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From the code of common sense I'm free |
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To(o) bad you're not here to partake my strange horror |
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'Cause here is where or weys will part |
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I will not exchange their power, |
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spring of my suffering |
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I do not envy the conscience pure |
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of the blind man in his bliss world |
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I would not be devoid the fruit of guile |
