You want to know whats in me,
well her it goes, I've thought off killing
more than one time, myself on the edge,
broken off fingers, but love has crossed
the path more than once, it is on the quiet
side, repeatedly saying the same things,
but I stand here before you smiling, watching
and breathing.
The stage of suicide is never gone,
depression has a small chapter,
but it won't overtake for I've seen
the lasting condition.
Power is a word to me, aggression and terror
are the true kings, my created generation is
the end of tomorrow the rulers of all things
to come, you who are afraid of it do not commit
to me as the cannibal, before long we are all
gone, embrace what will happen, good often kill,
without words nothing of torture we know today
would keep us binded in safety.
