The deranged man prepares his own mask
And designs it to show his true face
For too long the world has been black and white
And now he has decided to brighten his existence
Walking through the doors with a insidious smile on his mask
Two guns buried beneath his coat in the midst of summer
His anxiety transforms into elation like water into ester
As he recalls the day he first rejected propaganda

Multiple gun shots reminiscent of an opera hall symphony
Uncontrollable laughter between the endless barrel explosions
His heart warms and he first begins to feel the feeling of love
As the ****** rejection of conformity never felt so gratifying
57 bodies lay now devoid of duplicitous propaganda
The sane man removes his deranged mask
And revels in his good deed to the world
Screams and sirens express the degradation of conformity
As the sane man delivers just one more round into his sane mind
And leaves a world of insane people
With 57 other friends.