As the shroud cleared from my mind
The sights I saw, the remnants of my world
Were all grim apparitions
Ghastly remnants of a past, interior night
The pawn lay dead, banished from my head
And the scent of self deceit grew weak
The story of I, needs to be revised
Behold the pawn lay dead!

I've banished my false self I have shred my wretched hide
I have turned the tide
Those ill's I have suffered affected both mind and skin
My demons were my own kin
My fire still remains
I'll gladly fall from grace
I'll sacrifice no life for false ideals or for your false ways

With sight free of taint, a clear conscience regained
I began to realize my fate, was not to be subject nor be pawn
I'll bear no crown of thorns

With all of my heart I forsake the term normality and the illusion of its existence among the ranks of mankind
Normality is an image constructed by the powerful to further
Strengthen their cause and their hold on the subjective realm one calls reality
The normal person has never existed in flesh, nor will he ever do
He is merely a manifestation of the person who best serves the interests of the elite who controls the definition of normality
To be free one must thus rid oneself of any aspiration to be normal
Normality is slavery
Be Abnormal! Be Free!