The Raveness A Tale Of Bedlam lyrics

In 1247 Lucifer's work began in the sweet priory of Bethlem. It is a
muse to bemuse patients and amuse physicians. It is
London's notorious Bedlam where all medicine is practice
and not profession.

A playwright of sound mind once uttered these words,
"They call me mad I call them mad and damn them, they
outvoted me!" it was the wise yet unheard Nathanial Lee.

Even sought after Stratford's William Shakespeare and his
character of Edgar in the famed King Lear share a slight
resemblance to the tortures here! Edgar takes the role of a
beggar to remain an English dear.

The tin plated men marked with metal were just like he,
chilled and badged as curable or incurable by doctors with
hearts as cold as the modern frappe.

Still it stands scandalous and shameful. Bedlam circus to
those then caged animals, silenced experiments and
forgotten people. How lucky I am to walk amongst today's
individuals. For if born in that time I would so happily hang
from a clock towers steeple.

Roll up and throw a penny for a laugh at madness and its
antics! See the accused, the deranged and the
understandably frantic. The first Tuesday of every month
could make a dead man cry, for it is free to see the taps to
the temples to see them die.


One man paraded the scandal and displayed sympathy. A
surgeon to none other than those unfortunates trapped in
this saddening mimicry, refusing his hands to pass them into
the grasp of cruel fate that perpetually tightened its clasp
until they would suffocate. He did repent and pay no minute
to wait, he then remained haunted long after his role did
terminate, a result of evil jailed behind Bedlam gates.

Deliriums requiem fell upon deaf ears, the death song of
artists, of royal would be killers. Not all were so innocent,
one has to admit, Edward Oxford was out to slaughter
Victoria and Albert. All royals were pathetic targets of that
time. Anyone of power eventually succumbs to a crime.
But who is to say English royals did not deserve? All the
revenge plagued lunatics can serve. The royals played dead
and it caught George III, Mary Nicholson would bring
comeuppance to his perverse. A mausoleum of daily
activities somewhat like this:-

"Ah! We have a violent one chain it to the wall. In fact dirt
always looks better upon the floor, restrain then bring the
scalpel and the bowl, place it to drain below the arm, let the
life blood neatly pour." The inmates were just ghosts
withering on evermore.