Manual of Metal Madness

 
I'm all Strung Out:

My metallic hand and amidst a cloudy haze
all that glitters ----
Yes, these, we understand. . .
Wealth at all causes is but an idealistic maze.
Rung out ---- NO!
Still deep purple, strikes my veins
My maiden of iron skipped the wedding and aged ROCK
clings to life while the stranger NEO-ROCK is shedding.

A beautiful pearl I sought deep inside a blue oyster
shell -- I thought I found, yet it was not ~
But metal madness forged out of Hell!
In terror, I ran to a priest confessing my twisted
ways.  he said, "What's strangely wrong, Mister?"
So confused and out of sugar, I said it was my sister's!
30 pieces of silver
O, Judas threw away
And let no man try to measure the remorse he felt
one day.

And darkened is our mind, O, Death,
a pilgrimage to fire.
Why not come another time so I may get a lil' higher.
Higher.  Higher.  Higher.  Higher.
Sung out, I am not yet and like a bat out of hell
and even how to yell!

I'm all hung out; my metal is rustic and dry.
I scream for the courage to run when I want to and
to a get a little high!

In the abyss, I've fallen deep
to dream of love and peace.
In the abyss, I'll awaken from sleep
to share with earth
that which I have seen.

& I party on. . .
Until the appointed dispensation.