Bring Forth The Bedlam

I rule them all, still no one gives me praise

I dominate them all, still no one gives me awe

I control them all, still no one bends their knee

I dictate them all, still no one will succumb

Obedience and full surrender is what I demand

From those I chose to let live

Yield to my awesome strength

I am an overwhelming force

Weak, pathetic, wretched ones

Still makes pitiful attempts to struggle

Their weak resistance will be useless, my powers go beyond

Time to right what's wrong and punish those who won't obey

Full confrontation now seems certain, chaos will be wrought

Slaughter will be brought upon those who stand in my path

I'm in a manic state, with a hollow gaze

Hatred boils, and needs to be set free

Weak ones are cast down at my will

Surrender or be conquered

As a flock of sheep, I preside over their souls

I shall see that in their hearts nothing but fear will reside

I will be bringer of mayhem

I will be bringer of disorder

I will be bringer of chaos

Bring forth the bedlam

Your time is out

The march towards oblivion begins

I will lead your way

Whipped towards extinction

As my judgement upon the world is about to be carried out

A splinter in my mind stops my final ruling

What is right, what is wrong? Everything. Nothing.

A subconsciousness I thought repressed starts to rise

I will be bringer of mayhem

I will be bringer of disorder

Bring forth the bedlam

Once again the existential thoughts runs through my mind

A distant part still dwells inside me, feeding me it's doubts

Been disconnected from this world, what have I become?

Bi-polar needs through satisfaction of mind detachment