May the right side of history win for the very first time, and see ya on the Otherside.
Or maybe not, since 'the aloof one' is my love and liege. Hey! Tech Duinn is his island. I'm pretty fed up with socialising anyway to the point of not doing it anymore, so it works for me.
I'm a 21ST CENTURY SCHIZOID NOSE!
Gods, I love that song. Ironic, since I can't wait for all to go kinetic and hopefully vapourise me.
For those unfamiliar with the song, here's the lyrics, though it is mostly instrumental.
[Verse 1]
Cat's foot, iron claw
Neurosurgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
[Refrain]
Twenty-first century schizoid man
[Verse 2]
Blood rack, barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
[Refrain]
Twenty-first century schizoid man
[Instrumental Break: "Mirrors"]
[Verse 3]
Death seed, blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
[Refrain]
Twenty-first century schizoid man
Cat's foot, iron claw
Neurosurgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
[Refrain]
Twenty-first century schizoid man
[Verse 2]
Blood rack, barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
[Refrain]
Twenty-first century schizoid man
[Instrumental Break: "Mirrors"]
[Verse 3]
Death seed, blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
[Refrain]
Twenty-first century schizoid man
