The Byronic Man

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The Byronic Man - Cradle of Filth 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 jarI 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 drew me, for through me
Illuminati usually pissed
But with words of some hurts worth
I threw a party that extended God's listExciting new flames that my fame would claim for me
Reciting back the almanac of travesties
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manner
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
In excess and in cantoGrown wild this child
Whole harems defiled
Faustina's and Mina's
Lady Libertine and her sisters between herWhat spread of lies arise 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 olderBeddings would hold a passionate sigh
But laudanum and soda
Lord Numb coda
Merited a forest of inherited spiteFleeing grief for foreign maps
I still played vampire aristocrat
Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous lapsThen 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 fucking are[Ville:]
The patron saint of heartache
You can't see my world is falling
The world is falling down
The patron saint of heartache
Can't see the world is falling
My world is falling down[Dani and Ville:]
Ever after, can they hear my laughter?
The patron saint of heartache
Never craft a better bed of disaster...
The patron saint of heartacheThey call me bad
Made Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
In excess and in cantoThey call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Whereupon I tell them
To go fuck their mothers
As so...
On my grave

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