Beauty of Insanity

Life is a fortunate way to play with serenades,

Lore of the days, sores caused by grenades

That was relayed into the haze of false parades,

Like masquerades that dazed your gaze.

The enlightening insanity of the witches will fade

Underneath the lies of a city, which I have said.

I'm not withering insanity, I'm calculating sanity!
All hail the day's demotivating Hades;
And then I've met insanity.

Walking a stark mistress' sinning grin's sanity,

The stalker's darkness sipping in green's clarity.

Go slower, like the tyrants who ruled with banality.

Go slower, like the great life I've had.

The stalker's darkness' beautifying me in me;

And all my makeup, tranquilizing sanity.

A great life I've had.

So beautiful!

A life I'll never withstand through all this insanity;

The music flows through the darkness of uncertainty.

So beautiful!

A life I've never had without all my insanity;

The music flows through the darkened blood,
And now I sin,
While all this land inside me, now they're split.
Cities; they're sorry about all of me,
They've lied to me about my beauty.

A world of beauty.

All hail insanity.

For when the darkness have melted into dust, uncertain metallic rust,

A tyrant's watching me!

A world of cruelty.

I hid my sanity.

For when my shadows have lead me through the world painted red,

The tyrant's stopping me!

The tyrant rules over such shallow villagers,

When all they do is be the gallows' pillagers.

Such beauty.

The world is filled with the beauty of insanity!

All my pains will be displayed with clarity.

These are the words of the shallow villagers,

"Such beauty."

Oh how beautiful it is to be scarred with their rarity!

A life filled with so much beauty,

Such gracious beauty.