Song of the Malkavian

My voice is an echo

I speak others' thoughts

Feel others' wishes

I am a body for others' voices

Speaking in foreign tongues I know not

I rely even now on the rules of others

Living their dreams and desires

Some say me mad

Yet who is saner than those without thought

We're all mad

I'm mad, you're mad

Else you would not have come here

Or you shouldn't have come at all

Who is happier than the insane?

Come now, I challenge

Simplicity and caution is my religion

I invite all to join

Bathe in my holy water

Roll in it, be lowered as a dog

Only then will you understand my song

Song of the privileged

Song of the exhalted

Song of the mad

I sing your praises and worship you

Here, now, and evermore.