They need you to want
They want you to need
Everything you don’t need
For to feed
And to breed
And relinquish your greed
Now to sleep go with you
And allow me to seed
What you dream with my schemes
What you need to be freed
Is control of the means
So that you may awaken
From gardens of greens
And see that success is not happiness, no
And nor is it found in the places you’ll go
You are under a spell of a wicked design
So I offer instead
From my sick, twisted mind
A love potion I’ve brewed
In the land before time
Come and swing from the mood
Of my suicide crime
For my primeval plot
Is to **** you with rhyme
It’s already too late
You are already mine