lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala where did all this begin my malicious tale so rife with loathing despair and revenge picture this a home could grow aware would this explain why i now live in fear sometimes the razor s dull and doesn t cut enough sometimes it definitely cuts too much all of this aggression and fury inside me has seeped into the bones of this old house year by year the rage was building up and my short fuse has turned against me now sometimes the razor s dull and doesn t cut enough sometimes it definitely cuts too much sometimes the anger doesn t always manifest sometimes the anger s like a hornet s nest i don t know how much i can take i simply must get out of this mad house nowhere to hide i can t escape i really think it s gunning for me now you can t imagine how i ache to toss a match and burn the whole thing down i pray in time it s blown away to nothing but a big hole in the ground would i get an answer if these walls could talk would they explain why they now want me dead was it me am i a wicked man was this monster born of my own two hands  some days it s tame doesn t spill too much blood some days it s crazed and can never get enough some days it s still like the calm before a storm some days i wish i was never born i don t know how much i can take i simply must get out of this mad house nowhere to hide i can t escape i really think it s gunning for me now you can t imagine how i ache to toss a match and burn the whole thing down i pray in time it s blown away to nothing but a big hole in the ground its grown hungry rather famished smelling blood and turning savage now its learning forming habits sentient and wreaking havoc it is growing gaining traction cant give up i must take action it is scheming gaining reason making plans becoming brazen it is living in existence cognizant without a conscience shaping tactics without lenience setting traps to restore balance now get me out of this mad house i ll die in this mad house2