I know.
When I break away from this.
Let's face it - we knew it was coming.
I'll maim those who kept me
and I'll hit the ground running.
Buried in up to the hilt.
There's no need to twist,
but I just can't resist.
I always was a madman.
I always was a cunt.
But maybe, just maybe
some of that's a front.
Whatever I am,
I'm armed to the teeth.
So sing for me, madman.
Let's see what's beneath.
And we'll all be dead in a hundred years anyway.
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