The Supreme Art Of Derangement

I am your mind, I am your thought

Confined with my on disturbed existence

Through the sickening, supreme art of derangement

Regretfully, you disdain my art

As you become my next victim

That of death, and domination

You will soon see my developed system

I have called the supreme art of derangement

I control you

Waiting, hunting, so patiently

You're like a child, so naive to the fact

That I will strip you of life

Your ignorance is so pathetic

Strategically, to my advantage

In these depths that I call my mind

Desensitized to the fact that you are now dead

You lay there calm and quiet

So serene and tranquil, still

I am your blood, I am your rupture

I am your dominion

I am your suffering

You have since expired, but who is really truly dead

I, I am your power, I am your God

Dictating your actions, I am your only light

All hope, of us escaping, is completely gone

Come with me my children, don't forget you chose this

I control your life now, I have since perfected..

The supreme deed, the supreme need

Supreme art of derangement

Why can't I see, how can't I see?

That it is I, who is deranged

I cannot see, how could it be

Since it is I who perfected

The supreme deed, the supreme need,

The supreme art of derangement!