Some one say I am insane turning the cards ...
.... for taking to the dead ...
... for building my life around the occult ...
... but it is the only path for me.
I am driven by an inner force
It is me which I express
I am an individual spirit
I do not think like they
Those bindings fail to hold me
They never have and never will
I see beyond into forbidden meadows
It is those flowers which replenish me.
I may already be damned
I may in truth be lost
But my world seems a better place than their world
I care not about their ridicule.
My arts seem a proven thing
They do not deceive me ...
... like the politician
... or the scientist ...
... or the priest ...
... or the doctor ...
... those self claimed human gods who fuck up this world
Let others believe in those scented lies ...
... not I ...
I gaze around in this imploding world
And see what others cannot see
This world is built on lies and deceit
Crafted deliberately by selfish hands
All the sheep are held in raptures ... words of lies
.... society crafted to capture dreamers in a malaise of sleep
It is this that others demand I follow
... I give the middle finger and smile ...
... for I feel truth when it reaches me ...
... I know too lies when it is spoken ...
They walk their path into oblivion
And I will continue as I am ....
My arts soothing my sorrow filled spirit
I am so alone here .... the malaise is almost complete ........
