I wander lonely as a freak,
Through mystic clouds I fly.
Life, it has no meaning,
For a child as true as I.
Barren lands encountered,
I swim through murky sea.
Upon the rocks I flounder,
Then madness rescues me.
There can be no freedom,
From situations thus.
Upon the journeys end,
Death becomes a must.
Evening’s melancholy sunlight,
Insanity’s horizon extended,
Flaming apocalyptic skies,
All just as I intended.
