A Standard Of Perfection

They say I’m not like all of them
They say I’m somewhat evil
They seem to ignore me
So I will have to show them

Pleasure will be mine

No escape from the voices inside
My head goes round, it’s aching
The pain is taking strange shapes
Of the schemes I must bring into life

Yes
I’m that mad
To create
what will be
Key feature of the end
Of the End!

They won’t let me escape
They want me to obey
These annoying voices
Are forcing me to work on
And on and on and on

At last – my creation’s finished
standard of perfection
Soon all will suffer my wrath
As I’ve assembled a monster

Feel my wrath
As I give order to attack

Yes
I’m that mad
To create
what will be
Key feature of the end
Of the End!

Pneumatic drives pushing its hands towards me
Its eyes look at my face with hatred
I embrace my death with pride
As extermination spree begins

Pleasure will be mine

Infinite
Killer
Self
Reproduction