I do declare, there's something in the air
I'm burning the candle at both ends
Bitter betrayals, skeleton keys
Houses to haunt, well it's alright by me
Rags to ruin, some foolhardy choices
Some would say, not a ghost of a chance
The ghosts in my mind, they're one of a kind
They tell me what to do, and it's shut down you
Some things are best just left unsaid
End of the line, end of the line
One door closes, another door closes
And now you're boxed in
End of the line, end of the line
Feel eyes in the trees, the foreboding path
The turn of the head, I hear it laugh
It says "Hang 'em now," it says "Hang 'em high"
When you are done, then hail to the sky
I've been taught to get the fuck up
To dust myself off, and to go it again
The ghosts in my mind, they're one of a kind
They tell me what to do, and it's shut down you
Some things are best just left unsaid
End of the line, end of the line
One door closes, another door closes
And now you're boxed in
End of the line, end of the line
Shit
Bitter betrayals, the foreboding path
I've come to shut you down
Rags to ruin, some foolhardy choices
Some would say, not a ghost of a chance
The ghosts in my mind, they're one of a kind
They tell me what to do, and it's shut down you
Some things are best just left unsaid
End of the line, end of the line
One door closes, another door closes
And now you're boxed in
End of the line, end of the line
- Destroy all or nothing -- I dreamed I died, ended up at the gates of Heaven - Greeted by a man Saint someone, said how's the
ride son? - It's been alright, at times a little rough, why am I here? - You did alright, lived a little dark and that's alright
- 'Cause we made the darkside and the rightside is to have no fear, no fear - - My whole life flashed in front of me - I saw
everything that I was and what I had done - Even let me look back on some good times for a little fun - Yes, a little fun - And
then I heard damn boy you done good - Did the every little thing that you could - And then I heard damn boy you done good - Damn
good - - When you hear the call, bury them all - Destroy all or nothing - When I hear the call, I will bury them all - I will
destroy all or nothing - When the sky opened up and the clouds parted clear - There wasn't any doubt to why I was here - And I
knew I'd done a good job, the best job that I could do - So now it was time to move on, to get on, to get back - To the question
of why I was here and what I had learned, no fear - My whole life flashed in front of me - I saw everything that I was and what I
had done - Even let me look back on some good times for a little fun - Yes, a little fun - And then I heard damn boy you done
good - Did every little thing that you could - And then I heard damn boy you done good - Damn good - When you hear the call, bury
them all - Destroy all or nothing - When I hear the call, I will bury them all - I will destroy all or nothing - - My whole life
flashed in front of my eyes - Goddamn, wake up, bad dream, bad dream - When you hear the call, bury them all - Destroy all or
nothing - When I hear the call, I will bury them all - I will destroy all or nothing
I bled on a pivotal stretch
Like a clockwork Christ
Bears sore stigmata, bored
And as I threw Job, I drove
Myself to a martyred wretch
To see if I drew pity
Or pretty litanies from the Lord
So the plot sickened
With the coming of days
Ill millennia thickened
With the claret I sprayed
And though they saw red
I left a dirty white stain
A splintered know in the grain
On Eden's marital aid
So glad for the madness
I walked the walls naked to the moon
In Sodom and Babylon
And through rich whores and corridors
Of the Vatican
I led a sordid Borgia on
I read the Urilia text
So that mortals wormed
As livebait for the dead
And as I broke hope, I choked
Another pope with manna peel
Dictating to DeSade
In the dark entrails of the Bastille
And as he wrote, I smote
A royal blow to the heads of France
And in the sheen of guillotines
I saw others, fallen, dance
I was an incurable
Necromantic old fool
A phagadaena that crawled
Drooling over the past
A rabid wolf in shawl
A razor's edge to the rule
That the stars overall
Were never destined to last
So glad for the madness
I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of sleep
Turning sermons with the smell
On Witchfinder fingers
Where bad memories lingered
Burning, as when Dante
Was freed to map Hell
I sired schemes and the means
To catch sight of the seams
And the vagaries inbetween...
And midst the lips and the curls
Of this cunt of a world
In glimpses I would see
A nymph with eyes for me
Eyes of fire that set all life aflame
Lights that surpassed art
In sight, that no intense device of pain
Could prise their secrets from my heart
I knew not her name
Though her kiss was the same
Without a whisper of shame
As either Virtue or Sin's
And pressed to Her curve
I felt my destiny swerve
From damnation reserved
To a permanent grin...
So glad for the madness
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