Cradle Of Filth - The Byronic Man Lyrics:
As lonely as a poet on the Walls of Jericho
Or the moon without the comfort of the stars
I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul
Is nothing but a split canopic jar
I proved it, improved it
Drove a sonnet right through it
And in this state of bliss
Evil kissed with wet lips, pen-filled fingertips
Which through me, far through me
Illuminati usually pissed
But with words of some hurts worth
I threw a party that extended God`s list
Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me
Reciting back the almanac of travesties
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch in excess and in canto
Grown wild, this child
Whole harems defiled
Faustina`s and Mina`s
Lady Libertine and her sisters between her
What spread of lies when lovers die
Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch crow against the virgin snow
Grown colder, my shoulder
Like a boulder beside her
And bolder, not wiser
My dark seed took up root inside her
That mouldered, where older
Beddings would hold a passionate sigh
But Laudanum and soda, Lord Numb coda
Merited a forest of inherited spite
Fleeing grief for foreign maps
I still played vampire aristocrats
Unloading my gun in hot promiscuous laps
Then shooting swans in a gondola
I tripped my foot on a fallen star
And there`s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar
To let you know just who you f**king are
The patron saint of heartache
I can`t see my world is falling
The world is falling down
The patron saint of heartache
I can`t see my world is falling
The world is falling down
Everafter can they hear my laughter
The patron saint of heartache
Never craft a better bed of disaster
The patron saint of heartache
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch in excess and in canto
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know
A passing fad
Whereupon I tell them to go f**k their mothers
And so on my grave
Or the moon without the comfort of the stars
I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul
Is nothing but a split canopic jar
I proved it, improved it
Drove a sonnet right through it
And in this state of bliss
Evil kissed with wet lips, pen-filled fingertips
Which through me, far through me
Illuminati usually pissed
But with words of some hurts worth
I threw a party that extended God`s list
Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me
Reciting back the almanac of travesties
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch in excess and in canto
Grown wild, this child
Whole harems defiled
Faustina`s and Mina`s
Lady Libertine and her sisters between her
What spread of lies when lovers die
Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch crow against the virgin snow
Grown colder, my shoulder
Like a boulder beside her
And bolder, not wiser
My dark seed took up root inside her
That mouldered, where older
Beddings would hold a passionate sigh
But Laudanum and soda, Lord Numb coda
Merited a forest of inherited spite
Fleeing grief for foreign maps
I still played vampire aristocrats
Unloading my gun in hot promiscuous laps
Then shooting swans in a gondola
I tripped my foot on a fallen star
And there`s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar
To let you know just who you f**king are
The patron saint of heartache
I can`t see my world is falling
The world is falling down
The patron saint of heartache
I can`t see my world is falling
The world is falling down
Everafter can they hear my laughter
The patron saint of heartache
Never craft a better bed of disaster
The patron saint of heartache
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch in excess and in canto
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know
A passing fad
Whereupon I tell them to go f**k their mothers
And so on my grave