• When i grow up
    i want my thoughts to lead
    A force that destroys
    No one left to bleed

    My actions are things
    of which all will follw
    my thoughts of chaos
    all darkness and sorrow

    My pain mirrored
    On 6 billion faces
    My heart buried
    Under 6 billion paces
    of feet

    I want my tounge
    To pierce all that it meet
    All thoughts of happiness
    My tounge will deplete

    My movements so swift
    With a fatal deft blow
    let a corpse rot
    Under the moons glow

    I want my soul
    My morality
    My concience
    my mortality

    Kept under lock and key
    So i can grow up to be
    you.