Babalon A.D. (So Glad For The Madness) टैब्स

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 knot in the grain
On Eden's marital aid

So glad for the madness
So glad for the madness

I walked the walks 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 the mortals wormed
As live bait for the dead

And as I broke hope, I chocked
Another Pope with Manna peel
Dictating to De Sade
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 a shawl
A razor's edge to the rule
That the stars overall
Were never destined to last

So glad for the madness
So glad for the madness

I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep
Turning sermons with the smell
Of Witch finder 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 in between

And midst the lips and the curls
Of this cunt of the world
In glimpses I would see
A nymph with eyes for me, me, me

Eyes of fire 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 of Sin's

And pressed to Her curve
I felt my destiny swerve
From damnation reserved
To a permanent grin

So glad for the madness
So glad for the madness