The Byronic Man
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โฑ๏ธ 5:04 duration
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๐ 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 drew me, for 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 manner
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 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 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 aristocrat
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 fucking are
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
Ever after, 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
Made 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 fuck their mothers
As 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 drew me, for 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 manner
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 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 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 aristocrat
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 fucking are
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
Ever after, 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
Made 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 fuck their mothers
As so...
On my grave
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:15.44] As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho
[00:21.79] Or the moon without the comfort of the stars
[00:29.52] I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul
[00:36.74] Is nothing but a split canopic jar
[00:44.58] I proved it, improved it
[00:48.55] Drove a sonnet right through it
[00:52.23] And in this state of bliss
[00:55.43] Evil kissed with wet lips
[00:57.48] Pen-filled fingertips
[00:59.65] Which drew me, for through me
[01:03.25] Illuminati usually pissed
[01:06.57] But with words of some hurts worth
[01:10.12] I threw a party that extended God's list
[01:14.60]
[01:17.11] Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me
[01:24.61] Reciting back the almanac of travesties
[01:31.12]
[01:36.64] They call me bad
[01:39.96] Mad Caliban with manner
[01:41.92] Dangerous to know
[01:44.12] A passing fad
[01:47.13] Taught in all debauch
[01:48.61] In excess and in canto
[01:51.37] Grown wild this child
[01:55.02] Whole harems defiled
[01:58.73] Faustina's and Mina's
[02:02.23] Lady Libertine and her sisters between her
[02:09.28] What spread of lies arise when lovers die
[02:16.46] Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive?
[02:23.90]
[02:28.09] They call me bad
[02:31.44] Mad Caliban with manners
[02:33.59] Dangerous to know
[02:35.87] A passing fad
[02:38.88] Taught in all debauch
[02:40.88] Crow against the virgin snow
[02:43.11] Grown colder, my shoulder
[02:46.63] Like a boulder beside her
[02:50.37] And bolder, not wiser
[02:53.86] My dark seed took up root inside her
[02:57.76] That mouldered, where older
[03:00.71] Beddings would hold a passionate sigh
[03:04.84] But laudanum and soda
[03:06.62] Lord Numb coda
[03:08.57] Merited a forest of inherited spite
[03:12.21] Fleeing grief for foreign maps
[03:15.55] I still played vampire aristocrat
[03:19.48] Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps
[03:26.73] Then shooting swans in a gondola
[03:30.39] I tripped my foot on a fallen star
[03:34.25] And there's nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar
[03:37.66] To let you know just who you fucking are
[03:45.41] The patron saint of heartache
[03:51.38] You can't see my world is falling
[03:54.77] The world is falling down
[04:00.49] The patron saint of heartache
[04:06.21] Can't see the world is falling
[04:09.10] My world is falling down
[04:11.32] Ever after, can they hear my laughter?
[04:15.09] The patron saint of heartache
[04:18.96] Never craft a better bed of disaster...
[04:22.72] The patron saint of heartache
[04:28.04] They call me bad
[04:31.45] Made Caliban with manners
[04:33.50] Dangerous to know
[04:35.82] A passing fad
[04:38.85] Taught in all debauch
[04:40.60] In excess and in canto
[04:43.14] They call me bad
[04:46.42] Mad Caliban with manners
[04:48.28] Dangerous to know
[04:50.51] A passing fad
[04:53.63] Whereupon I tell them
[04:55.12] To go fuck their mothers
[04:56.63] As so...
[04:57.81] On my grave
[04:59.31]
[00:21.79] Or the moon without the comfort of the stars
[00:29.52] I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul
[00:36.74] Is nothing but a split canopic jar
[00:44.58] I proved it, improved it
[00:48.55] Drove a sonnet right through it
[00:52.23] And in this state of bliss
[00:55.43] Evil kissed with wet lips
[00:57.48] Pen-filled fingertips
[00:59.65] Which drew me, for through me
[01:03.25] Illuminati usually pissed
[01:06.57] But with words of some hurts worth
[01:10.12] I threw a party that extended God's list
[01:14.60]
[01:17.11] Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me
[01:24.61] Reciting back the almanac of travesties
[01:31.12]
[01:36.64] They call me bad
[01:39.96] Mad Caliban with manner
[01:41.92] Dangerous to know
[01:44.12] A passing fad
[01:47.13] Taught in all debauch
[01:48.61] In excess and in canto
[01:51.37] Grown wild this child
[01:55.02] Whole harems defiled
[01:58.73] Faustina's and Mina's
[02:02.23] Lady Libertine and her sisters between her
[02:09.28] What spread of lies arise when lovers die
[02:16.46] Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive?
[02:23.90]
[02:28.09] They call me bad
[02:31.44] Mad Caliban with manners
[02:33.59] Dangerous to know
[02:35.87] A passing fad
[02:38.88] Taught in all debauch
[02:40.88] Crow against the virgin snow
[02:43.11] Grown colder, my shoulder
[02:46.63] Like a boulder beside her
[02:50.37] And bolder, not wiser
[02:53.86] My dark seed took up root inside her
[02:57.76] That mouldered, where older
[03:00.71] Beddings would hold a passionate sigh
[03:04.84] But laudanum and soda
[03:06.62] Lord Numb coda
[03:08.57] Merited a forest of inherited spite
[03:12.21] Fleeing grief for foreign maps
[03:15.55] I still played vampire aristocrat
[03:19.48] Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps
[03:26.73] Then shooting swans in a gondola
[03:30.39] I tripped my foot on a fallen star
[03:34.25] And there's nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar
[03:37.66] To let you know just who you fucking are
[03:45.41] The patron saint of heartache
[03:51.38] You can't see my world is falling
[03:54.77] The world is falling down
[04:00.49] The patron saint of heartache
[04:06.21] Can't see the world is falling
[04:09.10] My world is falling down
[04:11.32] Ever after, can they hear my laughter?
[04:15.09] The patron saint of heartache
[04:18.96] Never craft a better bed of disaster...
[04:22.72] The patron saint of heartache
[04:28.04] They call me bad
[04:31.45] Made Caliban with manners
[04:33.50] Dangerous to know
[04:35.82] A passing fad
[04:38.85] Taught in all debauch
[04:40.60] In excess and in canto
[04:43.14] They call me bad
[04:46.42] Mad Caliban with manners
[04:48.28] Dangerous to know
[04:50.51] A passing fad
[04:53.63] Whereupon I tell them
[04:55.12] To go fuck their mothers
[04:56.63] As so...
[04:57.81] On my grave
[04:59.31]