*eerie, psychadelic, drugged-out music begins*

The lunatic is in the Waste;
The lunatic is in the Waste;
Remebering Bel Tines and other happy days
Got to keep the loonies far away.

The lunatic is on the throne;
The lunatic is on the throne;
Aes Sedai kneeling, ageless faces to the floor
And every day Sorilea brings more.

And if Tarmon Gai'don comes many years too soon
And if the Tairens overthrow your rule-
And if your head is filled with Lews's rantings, too
I'll see you on the rocks of Shayol Ghul!

Ooo~~~

The lunatic is in my head;
The lunatic is in my head;
He screams "Ilyena! Light, Ilyena, no!"
I guess my life just really blows!

You locked me in a chest and threw away the key;
There's someone in my head, but it's not me

And if you channel without knowing what to do
Knowing that saidin will soon consume you too
And if your Asha'man lose it right out of the blue
I'll see you on the rocks of Shayol Ghul.

*weird, psychadelic, drugged out music slowly fades*

~Kamarile