Oh you glorious bastards of thought, timeless immortals with shame in your hearts. And yet you harken not to any prevail, I laugh at your reverie and your insane ships a sail.
Is it I the clown behind the mask, the soul survivor in the looking glass. Blind have I no eyes, no ears, my mouth run dry.
And my shame carries me through this day, a crystal of shinning glass laying in the the sand, I shall not quit my pace in this so uncommon place, you reek of all you dare, never a moment, is it possible to care.
I am but one in the hour glass of man, oh you glorious bastards of thought how you break my heart, free my mind., can you free your mind , I thought not.
Yes a bead, I am a bead of etheric need and when my bead breaks free I pray it lands upon a beggars feet, were all that I have ever voiced will spill upon the populace course, and shame you in your choice.
Oh you glorious bastards of thought, shadow of felons with no doubt. And I shall not quake in your wake but in brace the morn as the sun breaks.
Simple is this passion that has become my life to end in silence upon this spot. Hang me now I shall not yield, you are all keepers of your own will. And in my end so sweet the dream to know they will remember me, and history shall write you low, God save the Queen gladly I shall die slow.
God Save the Queen ! Hell is your Dream……I Piss on you and your lifeless theme........