Cuts, bruises, sickening scars,

The teeth in my smile become prison bars,
Rising up I destroy the monster I made,

As I regret ever joining the game that we played,
But it’s done now there’s no going back,

You are the window, and I am the crack,
Just a memory of distant past disaster,

It’s like I was a puppet, and you were my master,
Kick me farther into my pool of tears,

That I may drown my sorrow and forget my fears,
Now you’ll see how we psychos have our fun,

Just wait right here, I’ll get my gun,
Put it to your head, pull the trigger twice,

And fill this world with enough chaos, to turn it cold as ice.