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ArtistCan I play with madness? Give me the sense to wonder To wonder if I'm free Give me a sense of wonder To know I can be me Give me the strength to hold my head up Spit back in their face Don't need no key to unlock this door Gonna break down the walls Break out of this bad place Can I play with madness? The prophet stared at his crystal ball Can I play with madness? There's no vision there at all Can I play with madness? The prophet looked and he laughed at me, ha, he said Can I play with madness? He said, "You're blind, too blind to see" Oh, said, "You're too blind to see", mmm I screamed aloud to the old man I said, "Don't lie, don't say you don't know" I said, "You'll pay for this mischief" "Ah, in this world or the next" Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance And the hellfires raged in his eyes He said, "Do you wanna know the truth, son?" "Lord, I'll tell you the truth" "Your soul's gonna burn in a lake of fire" Can I play with madness? The prophet stared at his crystal ball Can I play with madness? There's no vision there at all Can I play with madness? The prophet looked and he laughed at me, ha ha, he said Can I play with madness? He said, "You're blind, too blind to see" "Oh, listen to me, " said the prophet
A surreal and dramatic digital painting depicting an old, bearded man with a turban and flowing white hair, holding a magic crystal ball. The man, depicted in profile on the right, has a look of intense concentration or perhaps pain, with his mouth open as if screaming or chanting. His hair is composed of wispy white clouds and smoke, blending into the surrounding sky. His hands are gnarled and aged, one holding a delicate paintbrush, the other supporting the intricate base of the crystal ball.
Within the crystal ball, a vivid, fiery, demonic face with glowing eyes and an open mouth is visible, reflecting a larger, even more grotesque screaming face in the upper left background. This larger face is formed from swirling smoke and fire, with prominent teeth and glowing red eyes, exuding a sense of fury and power. Another similar, but smaller, screaming face emerges from the fiery ethereal forms directly behind the old man's head, facing his open mouth as if in a confrontation.
Numerous birds (doves or pigeons) fly across the mid-ground, some appearing to emanate from the old man's mouth or between the screaming faces, adding dynamic movement to the scene. The color palette is dominated by intense oranges, reds
