I'm on a mission taking over control Driven by my hatred for you You're a perfect mind in a healthy body To be destroyed I will hurt you too Hear the pounding in your head No evidence of physical damage could show You're in the process of creating What deserves to be called insanity Have you ever had the feeling That you're going slightly mad Try to catch what's dropping Checking the pattern in your head This is intensely scrutinized The facts completely invisible One of the insidious benefits Of this kind of torture You're losing control I can never be considered a creator But that temptation still exists in me Don't wanna be hated for dealing with that loathsome man You've become what I asked you never to be Have you ever had the feeling That you're going slightly mad Try to catch what's dropping Checking the pattern in your head I want you to let the hatred wash over you Becoming crazy, are you aware of it I watch as you fade into obscurity