To the tune of Smashing Pumpkins’ ‘Bullet With Butterfly Wings‘
The world is a shoggoth, born to pain
Secret destroyers, hold up your flames
And what do i get, for my pain
Fractured sanity, and a piece of the game
Even though i know-i suppose i’ll show
All the angles flow, and eyes that glow
Despite all I say I most certainly am not insane,
Then someone will say what is dead can never be still
Despite all I say I most certainly am not sane.Now i’m gibbering, nothing but an animal
But can you make it, for another mental blow?
And what do they want, i think its strange
And what they you got
When you fear beyond the sane
Even though i know-how the angles flow
And the planes all crumble and fold,Despite all I say I most certainly am not insane,
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all I say I most certainly am not sane.Tell me i’m not the only one
Tell me there’s no outer ones
I think I killed my mothers son,
Now there’ll be no chosen one,
But I was a only son but wait. . .Despite all I say I most certainly am not insane,
And i still believe that we cannot be saved.
