Chester P - The Wiccaman Theory lyrics
[Chester P - The Wiccaman Theory lyrics]
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 it'self 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
Praise Judy clay, we shall not grow weary
Burnt from within, it's the Wickerman theory
Burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn
End
Note The narration sampled at the
End is from The
Pit and the Pendulum by Edgar Allan Poe
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 it'self 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
Praise Judy clay, we shall not grow weary
Burnt from within, it's the Wickerman theory
Burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn
End
Note The narration sampled at the
End is from The
Pit and the Pendulum by Edgar Allan Poe