I swear I’ll never sleep again, I am no man’s slave.
I wanted the fog to lift but I was living in a cloud.
Nostalgia is grinding the life from today.
The present always dies in future memories,
And King Me is killing me,
Cut wide open and bleeding to death for all to see.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes, ‘Awww!’
Ask me why I hate, why I pray to see the nation that I love disintegrate,
And gladly give my life, that revolution regenerates.
In honour of the strife of those who died, in generations before your blood stained glory,
I reject you,
I deny you,
I defy you to continue,
Smite the shepherd.
And the sheep will be scattered.