Alasdair Roberts So Bored Was I (dark Triad)
Enthralled was I, enthralled was I
As I walked the woods and the mountains high
As I walked the woods and the mountains high
All in the morning early
Then coming from an urn nearby
I heard the sound of a baby cry
I paused awhile and gazed inside
The cry was mine, the babe was I
I was bilious and saturnine
As I walked from shrine to wayside shrine
As I walked from shrine to wayside shrine
All in the noontime early
Then coming from an old mash tun
I heard the sound of a young man cum
I paused awhile and gazed inside
The come was mine, the man was I
So bored was I, so bored was I
I stifled yawns, I swallowed sighs
As I strode mid tombs and sarcophagi
All in the evening gloomy
Then coming from a broken throne
I heard the sound of an old man moan
I paused awhile and gazed upon
The man was me, the groan my own
Then they moaned and came and cried
And raised their voices in Dark Triad
Saying “the music of our tethered sphere
Is only silence failing
It’s mere distraction, mere veneer
While we ‘wait the great unveiling”
