The Byronic Man

As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho Or the moon without the comfort of the stars I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul Is nothing but a spilled canopic jar I proved it Improved it Drove a sonnet Right through it And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips Pen-filled Fingertips Which through me For through me Illuminati usually pissed But with words of some hurts worth I threw a party that extended God's list Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me Reciting back the almanac of travesties They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch In excess and in canto Grown wild This child Whole harems defiled Faustina's and Mina's Lady Libertine and her sisters between her What spread of lies arise when lovers die Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch Crow against the virgin snow Grown colder, my shoulder Like a boulder beside her And bolder, not wiser My dark seed took up root inside her That mouldered, where older Beddings would hold a passionate sigh But Laudanum and soda Lord Numb coda Merited a forest of inherited spite Fleeing grief for foreign maps I still played vampire aristocrat Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps Then shooting swans in a gondola I tripped my foot on a fallen star And there's nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar To let you know just who you fucking are [Ville] The patron saint of heartache I can't see my world is falling The world is falling down The patron saint of heartache I Can't see my world is falling The world is falling down [Dani] Everafter can they hear my laughter [Ville] The patron saint of heartache [Dani] Never craft a better bed of disaster [Ville] The Patron saint of heartache They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch In excess and in canto They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Whereupon I tell them To go fuck their mothers As so.... On my grave --- The Byronic Man - Cradle of Filth