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 is 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 darkness, on we ride To gamble is all If all the isms and doctrines of life were a gentle breeze Instead of that usual judgmental freeze Would we all be as easily shanghaied to their cause As now we seem to object to every clause And would we have that unerring nerve To go after our deepest desires with a similar verve Who would it serve?