number three (control)

Somethings got to give Seared flesh Clawed skin Being of pure hatred God of all fury God of nothing Could make Kalamos proud Breathe in Out when you see the stars As many times as possible Breathe in Out when you see the stars As many times as possible Something will give Body or mind Must make it up, homicide seems reasonable At this rate Will make Kalamos proud Breathe in Out when you see the stars As many times as possible Breathe in Almost like I could remember the last time I heard This insufferable ringing in the back pocket of my skull Nothing could compare to this "He could stab a hundred sleeping kittens He could cast a shadow over the sun and He could drive a garbage truck mad low through every orphanage For fun or just because he wants to. He is evil He is screwdriver-tongue punctures Making you reel and shudder all through the screen He is the ruler of odd-heathens striking the homeless to death He is watchpeopledie and most of all He is evil."