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I Might Be Crazy, But​.​.​.

from Feersum Enjiin by Ross Gilchrist

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I Might Be Crazy, But...

Truth is subjective for observation changes every outcome
And as the sun died and all averted their eyes
I was singularly fixated on a singularity.
And when my eyes reopened I knew...
that somehow I had survived.


I might but crazy, but
Who are you (x3)
Gonna compare me to?

Hero?: The repulsive and reprehensible rabble turned their eyes from the cosmic calamity, ignoring the single most important event in the history of humanity. The mongrel miasma of myriad migrations were blinded by the molten mandala of their sudden extinction while my heart leapt with joy.

By some freak of fantastic circumstance
I found the street in an uncannily beautiful silence
And upon investigating the alleyways and the avenues
I discovered that the dregs, the damned and the demonsterous
Had granted me a boon and gifted me a still and clean and now quiet earth

I might be crazy, but
Who are you (x3)
Gonna compare me to?

Now I walk the streets in a veritable daze
I don a dress in the back seat of a van
Then just before I try and find somewhere to sleep
I make (for) my homestead
Where my feather bed is
I'm watching 'Bad Boy Bubba' drinking champagne.
I raise a glass to God,
For throwing me a bone and
Excluding me from the fate of the slime.
But as the final scene plays out
And the still lingers on his smile,
An icy needle bores, through the inside of my chest.

Hero?: Not in all my years had I ever thought that the death rattle of earth would be the echoes of my own footsteps reverberating off of empty homes and office buildings. It's no small wonder that the degenerate-ridden streets had indeed housed useful automatons, as I soon discovered. Quickly running out of supplies on the way home and having to assume the role of what could only be described as a cave-dwelling gatherer. Nevertheless, I find myself in need of, at the very least, the illusion of a civilised society and at the pinnacle of what became desperation I resolved to indulge myself in activities of a somewhat decadent cast.
For there was no judge, no jury and only the dead left to dishonour.

I might be crazy but...

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from Feersum Enjiin, released April 15, 2011

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