I think I’ll take this time to detach my skull
And show you what I really think.
I am going to show you the rope little doll
I will show you sights that will make your stomach shrink

I am going to teach you the meaning of fear
From the tips of your toes
To the back of your ear
I will teach you atrocities no one should know.

To you I teach the fine points of corruption and blasphemy
Your soul will run black, my little angel.
You were just always to nice for life kid, honestly.
But I suppose now your little hands will smother and strangle

My tiny worming words working my wicked ways
Into your brain they march on every single nerve
My little soldiers fight your conscience to bay
And now I am the one you’re going to serve

I’ll just sit here, I guess, all day with my stories
Celebrating Life’s twisted ideals
Reminiscing on old forgotten glories…
Tales that will make your essence reel.

The worse life gets the better I sound.
So listen now and listen well.
Weigh your troubles- pound for pound
And to me you ought to sell