I'm guilty, of unlawful crimes so don't follow me,
I can't set you free, or elucidate the tangents of your mind.
You wouldn't want me leading your regime,
I'll misbehave and tantalize with all the reoccurring themes.
Watch it collapse as i remove the girder,
then turn to you with a victory salute and say how about that for murder?
You're starting to look like everyone I've ever met,
and you resemble all the things i want to forget.
You shouldn't have asked me about my torment,
you wouldn't realise to any extent.
You'll be sickened by the things I said,
and tranquilised by the things I do.
But you think undeirable things too,
yeah i know you do.