Cruel thoughts and envious dreams,
Hellish bleeding from all of my seams.

Oozing memories awakened a friend,
My honor as man, I have to defend.

Chained and cuffed, my ankles are raw,
I will cut them off, just pass me a saw.

Rasberry koolaid, dead in the sink,
I am better off now with a blot of ink.

Bullshit aside, I will walk the walk,
Cause heaven ain't nothing, just alot of talk.

Cast your spells, O' wicked one,
For you are the loser still on the run.

Your face still cracked and pulled apart,
I will stick your ass and then your heart.

You foolish prick, so proud and tall,
I will hang your redemption down in the hall.

But if you still dare to take this chance,
I will pluck out your eyes as togeather we dance.