Yes, I'm back to my requested culture May I leave today? My hands can't remember The touch of blood anymore Of having scored against creation Of a pulse never to pound again The sound of requiem
Dear Mr. Sinister Let's start the screaming, please Mr. Violent Nature Give me a clue to untie my sleeve Dear Mr. Prejudice Is there no one to hate for me, please Mr. Oh So Wicked Amity's asleep Anger's got to be freed
The memory of fear in the abandoned's eyes Already left my force to be friendly mind All of suspense has left my oh so lonely self
Yes, I'm back to my requested culture May I leave today? Sure the headlines miss me My talent to invent the most disgusting cruelties All of 'em remember My perfect seizure technique
