Society I beg of thee,
open your hateful arms to me.
For now I am just like you,
you see my balls rattle in a jar.
Beneath smiling mask remains a past,
as I recant couldn't help but laugh.
Was that really me who had sipped,
from the glass wrought of all pedophilic sin?
Merely the calm thrust between,
the two most violent storms man's seen,
or a libido guillotined forevermore?
They dangle bait right in my face,
that once did make my heart so race.
But hormonally my desire replaced,
to quell all but the faintest roar.
Merrily O' mother let them play,
the boogeyman he has gone away.
The slender one who would make his prey,
from the good little girls and boys.
Come tempt the fates I do implore,
for I am not he anymore.
Subject to all parental scorn,
demon exiled.
Threat level number three,
a badge to my reign of depravity.
If it's only my death that can set us all free,
then what is it we're waiting for?
My crimes of sick lust,
they've secured me a space.
In a man's most befeared,
and respected of place.
In the home of the horned,
and His torturing flames,
I deserve all of this and more.
Thwarting the raping beast,
that deep inside me sleeps.
In a hope that this history,
will never repeat.
My dick, my gun, now obsolete!
Are we all here,
just grasping at straws?
Is the Devil's will absolute,
is it stronger than laws?
Can I walk freely down,
darkened streets that I've stalked?
Is there truly a hope left for me?
Down her leg blood trickled,
I remember her every breath.
Chemically castrated,
normality is mandated for now.
Leaden the weight of this arms,
they could not bear.
Gonadal atrophy,
a product of their care.
Reclusive enemy,
inside me he dwells.
Guilt swells abysmally,
unequaled my Hells.
Society I truly beg of thee!
I should remain,
behind silver lock and key.
Feeling the rip,
of young tissues 'round my meat.
Now a fading dream,
to this pitch-blackened sheep.
Threat level number three,
a badge to my reign of depravity.
If it's only my death that can set us all free,
then what is it we're waiting for?
My crimes of sick lust,
they've secured me a space.
In a man's most befeared,
and respected of place.
In the home of the horned,
and His torturing flames,
I deserve all of this and more.
Thwarting the raping beast,
that deep inside me sleeps.
In a hope that this history,
will never repeat.
My dick, my gun, now obsolete!
Are we all here,
just grasping at straws?
Is the Devil's will absolute,
is it stronger than laws?
Can I walk freely down,
darkened streets that I've stalked?
Is there truly a hope that is left,
for poor pathetic fucking me?
