I do it for fun
The hurt, the pain
It’s all I’ve got
Strip me of it and you’ll find what you are looking for
Under this facade of nightmarish niceties
Sleeps the beast that so longs to be free
A soul so deeply flawed
That the pain drives madness, to wrath, to violence
But all must be hidden, preserved from the unseeing eyes
All must be good
So the wrath comes out wrong, twisted, sick and aimed at me
So if you must ask me why?
I do it for fun.