Story Behind the Song
Another song about madness and breeding. Three examples given. Lyrics have been around since, I dunno, 1994. Music just happened lately. Modernist in ambition, post modernist in execution.
Lyrics
Back in Red scare fifty five
they split my mother's egg. I cry:
"Thanks for that Judas kiss!"
My father sold me - cold.
They kept the one with intellect.
The other me was left as subject
of Bellevue experiments.
No place like cloned.
Mina, come and comfort me.
My time here's been the RIPs and tears.
Know the last two centuries
nearly found my heart pierced.
Game isn't what it used to be,
pure prey is getting scarce,
and with each taste of tainted blood,
well, I don't feel quite as fierce.
Madness
breeds madness.
When I'm dead,
look upon this exquisite corpse.
Stare into my sewn shut eyes.
Touch me where I used to rise.
Whisper in my hollowed ear.
Wet my painted skin with tears.
And when earth and my body mesh,
know all you knew was only flesh.
You can bear your womb to me,
I am no thief.
I only want to do for you
what it is you've done to me.
We could conceive - a notion,
maybe even change the world,
or we could just make it
sterile as you wish.
Madness
breeds madness.
Madness
breeds madness
breeds madness
breeds madness
breeds
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