It's as though his favourite persona is this lunatic who sees a woman as a delicate, pretty little flower, then is consumed by some insane rage that leads him to either chop her up into tiny little pieces, or stalk her until she asks the police for a new identity.
The whole song has a fantastic air of madness about it, though, and "oh, the sands, my lovely creature, and the mad moaning winds" verse brings up images that you'd be more likely to have after munching strange cactuses in the desert. Very trippy and engaging.
He's a nutter. It's as simple as that.
It's as though his favourite persona is this lunatic who sees a woman as a delicate, pretty little flower, then is consumed by some insane rage that leads him to either chop her up into tiny little pieces, or stalk her until she asks the police for a new identity.
The whole song has a fantastic air of madness about it, though, and "oh, the sands, my lovely creature, and the mad moaning winds" verse brings up images that you'd be more likely to have after munching strange cactuses in the desert. Very trippy and engaging.