Walls of white, they hold me in
To keep me free of mortal sin
A blood-craving psycho, I am known to be
So I've embraced it -- that was destiny

It was a thrill to hear them all scream
Fulfilling each of my nightmarish dreams
It feels so intense, yet no one can see
That it's merely a high, not insanity

The first, I remember, by far was the best
As I dragged the blade deep into his chest
Meant not to thrill, I merely was mad
At that deadbeat man who I called my "dad"

His hands were tied up to the back of his chair
Rivers up sweat drooled down from his hair
The look on his face as he fell to demise
Brought me a grin -- what a happy surprise!

It was so strange when I watched him die
The truth seemed so clear, no longer a lie
The feelings I felt as I took his dear life
Led me to purchase that big Bowie knife

When they did find me, they ended my reign
The lives that I took, they weren't taken in vain
The man in the schoolyard, the ladies in parks
And on all the others, well, I left my marks

They dragged me away, unlike all the rest
And strapped me into an ugly, white vest
They locked me into a small, padded room
So small and so dank that it felt like a tomb

But now I'm free, and soon they shall see
How wickedly evil my vengeance will be
The guard didn't notice when I took his gun
So now I'm out -- because murder is fun!