Wake up! It's morning!
See the clock at twelve and then,
Sleep now! It's morning!

I'm filled with wrath
And, I can't see the right path

This demonic energy
Messing with my memory

Making me numb
Making me succumb
This fleeting power
From this foolish anger

Those lame excuses for people
Who destroys such a thing called "peaceful"
They make me puke
They make me rebuke

Yet I'm so tired
I can't do anything even if I desired
Ergo let me rest
For it would be the best

If there's one thing I want to do:
That is to break my sanity
To shatter my head, and say adieu
Before I give into vanity

I want to pass away
Shut down and break
For I always say:
Life isn't something I can take

Oh just shoot me now
Give me a bullet in the head
So to all I can vow:
I am truly dead

Oh fill my eyes with hate
Fill it, and see your fate

Oh remove joy from my eyes.
It gives me nothing but sighs

Bring back the memory of anger
So the other memories, I can shatter

As for the olden cheer
Leave it be, give it a jeer

So fill me with spite
And get out of my sight

I just don't like the crust
This is what you should trust
But I like it in peaches and cream
Otherwise, It'd make me scream

So just open your mouth
And don't be uncouth
Don't be rude
Just have a taste of this sweet food

So now take it, and don't deny
That this thing tastes good and isn't dry
And I have a feeling we'll see eye to eye
Once you taste this delectable and delicious pie.

Just last night
he gave himself a fright
A little blood on the floor
A silhouette across his door

Blood seeping out...
Out and about
His face is pale,
And his body: frail

Knife in hand
A smile on his face: grand
Good 'ol Lewis is dead
On his good 'ol soft bed

So see him lifeless
See his unorthodox happiness
As the silhouette exits
Out of those forsaken derelicts...

He left a note on the floor saying:
"For the record, this is no slaying.
This is merely the right way of helping him.
For it is not right to leave your best friend in  whim.

So just face the fact,
that he isn't coming back.
Good 'ol Lewis is dead
And be thankful, you weren't at his stead."

Have you met good 'ol Lewis?
He'll be the best person you'll meet
I swear and I promise

He may be a bit shy
So just treat him well
Then again, He'll just give you a sigh

This guy you see, will always smile
No matter what you do
Even if your sin goes for a mile

And have you  met his best friend yet?
Not to boast, but it's basically me
Though in the end, I'm just a silhouette

But lately, he's feeling a bit down
And I want to help him out
Lately he's like a king, losing his crown

Anyway, lets help good 'ol Lewis out
And I know just the way to do so
And that dear friends, is what you shouldn't doubt...