I've got this madman in my mind
This prolific designer
And he's working overtime
And he gets all wired up
Higher and higher as we fly
We're Poets of the Fall
Perfect near fatal headlong dive
A blueprint for life
Blueprint your life
Aggressively primal
Cultural high
This mental Versailles
Is much grander than the lies
You tell yourself to get through the night
Sentenced to drama for life
He tears a stampede through my head
Wild and horny
Just one chance to kill it dead
But I will embrace it
Into the darkness on we ride
To gamble is all
If all the ism and doctrines of life
were a gentle breeze
instead of that usual judgment freeze
Would we all be as easily shanghaied to their cause,
as now we seem to object to every clause
And would we have that unerring nerve to go
after our deepest desires with a similar verve
Who would it serve?