When I wake up and hear the birds sing,
One's superego should think:
"what a lovely day."
That's only sensible, right?
When I walk down the street in the morn,
I see faces, faces, faces,
Until I meet a familiar one,
and greet "how do you do."
That's only sensible, right?
When I stare intensely at the flame of a fire,
I should marvel at its beauty,
Thanking the Creator for the wonders of science,
Because,
That's only sensible, right?
But No!
My Id, Ego and Superego,
Unlike the regular Joe's,
Twisted, mangled, beyond repair,
Sadistic, psychotic, that's what I am.
When I awaken to the sound of birds singing,
Within me burns a desire to catch them all;
To lock them up, to starve them,
and then finally, disembody them.
Oh what fun,
This playtime, this walking down the street,
To pass faces and faces,
To plan each of their deaths.
I've thought of hanging,
I've thought of shooting,
I've thought of boiling,
All to inflict the most pain,
Suffer, suffer, suffer.
When in the presence of a flicker of flame,
I smirk and laugh inside with glee,
Thinking, thinking,
of burning,
Burning all of humanity,
Scorch the ground!
Torch the world!
Watch it burn.
So intense,
So joyful,
So mesmerizing,
This conscience of mine - or should I say lack thereof?
Your worst nightmares -
My best dreams
For now, the world will have to wait,
For all hell will unleash,
if you were to acquaint yourself,
with my dormant demon.
One's superego should think:
"what a lovely day."
That's only sensible, right?
When I walk down the street in the morn,
I see faces, faces, faces,
Until I meet a familiar one,
and greet "how do you do."
That's only sensible, right?
When I stare intensely at the flame of a fire,
I should marvel at its beauty,
Thanking the Creator for the wonders of science,
Because,
That's only sensible, right?
But No!
My Id, Ego and Superego,
Unlike the regular Joe's,
Twisted, mangled, beyond repair,
Sadistic, psychotic, that's what I am.
When I awaken to the sound of birds singing,
Within me burns a desire to catch them all;
To lock them up, to starve them,
and then finally, disembody them.
Oh what fun,
This playtime, this walking down the street,
To pass faces and faces,
To plan each of their deaths.
I've thought of hanging,
I've thought of shooting,
I've thought of boiling,
All to inflict the most pain,
Suffer, suffer, suffer.
When in the presence of a flicker of flame,
I smirk and laugh inside with glee,
Thinking, thinking,
of burning,
Burning all of humanity,
Scorch the ground!
Torch the world!
Watch it burn.
So intense,
So joyful,
So mesmerizing,
This conscience of mine - or should I say lack thereof?
Your worst nightmares -
My best dreams
For now, the world will have to wait,
For all hell will unleash,
if you were to acquaint yourself,
with my dormant demon.