Wickerman Theory

By Chester P

On Food

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I'm the spaceman cowboy

Psychedelic psychic

Paranoid schizoid

Counting all my vices

I'm fighting all my blessings

I'm caught up in a crisis

Although my sleep's deathless

My days seem lifeless

I scream at existence, it answers with silence

I silenced the questions with outbursts of violence

I'm lost in the maze where I find my reality

I triumph on self defeat and beat myself gradually

I drove myself mad, searching for sanity

I lost my way home while exploring the galaxies

I'm fueling these fires that burn my mentality

My muse is abuse and a long road of tragedies

I drown in the depths of my bitter self knowledge

I used all my bravery trying to have courage

I seek for forgiveness, but beg to be punished

I fight for my freedom while chained to these gutters

I find all my comforts in deep insecurities

Spoil what's beautiful looking for impurities

I'm buried in the lies trying to live my life truthfully

I sail my ship alone and I'm still having mutinies

I'm wearing a disguise hiding from the phonies

I'm hiding from myself, but I'm scared of being lonely

My world's like a cell God created just to hold me

My life's like a game where my death is the trophy

I'm the spaceman cowboy

Psychedelic psychic

Paranoid schizoid

Counting all my vices

I'm fighting all my blessings

I'm caught up in a crisis

And though my sleep's deathless

My days seem lifeless

Although I keep aging, memories are timeless

I drink to forget, an empty bottle's my reminder

I live for the wisdom and die trying to hide from it

My theories are terminal, my lifestyle's survivalist

I'm weary of science, but slave to the scientist

I dig my own grave, but too afraid to lie in it

Straight from the snake pit into the lion's den

Fighting the beast 'cos it won't let the violence end

Searching for peace in a war-torn environment

Holding the torch that no-one's igniting yet

Walking into darkness, scared 'cos I'm fearless

Fighting with the demons even though they ain't appeared yet

Trying to see it clearly when I've never got a clear head

So far from living yet I'm so scared to greet death

Sure that I'll drown with this strange urge to seek depth

Wisdom's invisible, I'm still trying to see sense

Trapped in procedures we take to gain freedom

Fighting for strength yet way beyond healing

Searching for love even though I can't receive it

Preaching the truth unsure if I believe it

"The madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things

While the angel forms became meaningless spectres with heads of flame

Then silence

And stillness

And night

Were the universe"

Trapped in the labyrinth, cold and lonely

A thousand years of nothing eternally control me

The world's like a cell God created just to hold me

My life's like a game where my death is the trophy

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Praise Judy clay, we shall not grow weary

Burnt from within, it's the Wickerman theory

Burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn

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