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. 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 the darkness on we ride. To gamble is all. Perfect near fatal headlong dive. A blueprint for life blueprint your life. Aggressively primal cultural high. This mental versailles. Much grander than the lies. You tell yourself to get through the night. Sentenced to drama for life. (If all the isms and doctrines of life were a gentle breeze. Instead of that usual judgemental freeze. Would we all be as easily shanghaied to their cause. As now we seem to object every clause. And would we have the unerring nerve. To go after our deepest desires with a similar verve. Who would it serve?). Perfect near fatal headlong dive. A blueprint for life blueprint your life. Aggressively primal cultural high. This mental versailles. Much grander than the lies. You tell yourself to get through the night. Sentenced to drama for life