Step-down obsessive, it's a-raining once again.
No angel wings or sacred prayers are said
we just went and burned the thing.
I talk like you and walk like you
but I'm not like you at all.
Malignancy and maleficence
the wish to do bad, though not necessarily harm
simply for sport, for the amusement of self
because self after all is most important;
So long as I'm alright, Jack...
So the question remains-
as I find myself here again;
Why on earth can't I put you down?