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I'm laughing in the blackness

of the cell in which I'm locked

my thoughts are flying trackless

my skin is motled and pocked

I want to destroy the planet

cuz I think it would be fun

I just dont believe I would stand it

if the rightous' will is done.

Im just doing wat Im told

by the voices in my head

if my plan correctly unfolds

soon youll all be dead.

Im just chasing cars wearing a shock collar

I revel in the pain cuz it reminds me Im alive

I sold out my parents for the almighty dollar

cuz they said I lacked the passion, the drive

to become one of the undergrounds elite

a man of action instead of words

but I know Im stable on my two feet

insanity is the term used by those in the herd.

So listen to the screams piercing the night

orchesteral compositions of my greatest talent

encouraging all the feckless to fight

in a world they thought was lacking true malice.

I feel that Im tumbling like Alice.

Sometimes I feel Im the joker

sometimes I feel like Harley Quinn

sometimes I feel Im playing poker

in a city not known for its sin.