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As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho |
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Or the moon without the comfort of the stars |
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I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul |
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Is nothing but a spilled canopic jar |
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I proved it |
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Improved it |
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Drove a sonnet |
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Right through it |
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And in this state of bliss |
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Evil kissed with wet lips |
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Pen-filled Fingertips |
| [00:59.000] |
Which through me |
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For through me |
| [01:02.600] |
Illuminati usually pissed |
| [01:06.300] |
But with words of some hurts worth |
| [01:09.800] |
I threw a party that extended God's list |
| [01:16.900] |
Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me |
| [01:24.700] |
Reciting back the almanac of travesties |
| [01:36.400] |
They call me bad |
| [01:39.700] |
Mad Caliban with manners |
| [01:41.100] |
Dangerous to know |
| [01:43.300] |
A passing fad |
| [01:46.600] |
Taught in all debauch |
| [01:48.500] |
In excess and in canto |
| [01:50.800] |
Grown wild |
| [01:52.500] |
This child |
| [01:54.700] |
Whole harems defiled |
| [01:58.100] |
Faustina's and Mina's |
| [02:01.700] |
Lady Libertine and her sisters between her |
| [02:08.800] |
What spread of lies arise when lovers die |
| [02:16.200] |
Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive |
| [02:27.800] |
They call me bad |
| [02:30.900] |
Mad Caliban with manners |
| [02:32.800] |
Dangerous to know |
| [02:35.500] |
A passing fad |
| [02:38.500] |
Taught in all debauch |
| [02:40.020] |
Crow against the virgin snow |
| [02:42.600] |
Grown colder, my shoulder |
| [02:46.370] |
Like a boulder beside her |
| [02:50.320] |
And bolder, not wiser |
| [02:53.220] |
My dark seed took up root inside her |
| [02:57.120] |
That mouldered, where older |
| [03:00.112] |
Beddings would hold a passionate sigh |
| [03:04.120] |
But Laudanum and soda |
| [03:06.320] |
Lord Numb coda |
| [03:08.620] |
Merited a forest of inherited spite |
| [03:12.020] |
Fleeing grief for foreign maps |
| [03:15.820] |
I still played vampire aristocrat |
| [03:19.000] |
Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps |
| [03:26.000] |
Then shooting swans in a gondola |
| [03:30.000] |
I tripped my foot on a fallen star |
| [03:33.020] |
And there's nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar |
| [03:37.800] |
To let you know just who you f*** are |
| [03:45.550] |
The patron saint of heartache |
| [03:51.650] |
Can't see my world is falling |
| [03:54.350] |
The world is falling down |
| [04:00.000] |
The patron saint of heartache |
| [04:05.880] |
Can't see my world is falling |
| [04:09.000] |
The world is falling down |
| [04:10.900] |
Everafter can they hear my laughter |
| [04:14.600] |
The patron saint of heartache |
| [04:18.200] |
Never craft a better bed of disaster |
| [04:22.400] |
The Patron saint of heartache |
| [04:28.200] |
They call me bad |
| [04:31.200] |
Mad Caliban with manners |
| [04:33.200] |
Dangerous to know |
| [04:35.200] |
A passing fad |
| [04:38.800] |
Taught in all debauch |
| [04:40.340] |
In excess and in canto |
| [04:42.900] |
They call me bad |
| [04:46.500] |
Mad Caliban with manners |
| [04:48.500] |
Dangerous to know |
| [04:50.800] |
A passing fad |
| [04:53.200] |
Whereupon I tell them to go **** their mothers |
| [04:55.880] |
As so.... |
| [04:58.100] |
On my grave |