Confilcting Pasts of Krinx

Such Horrible Things

Oh, but I love the worst

I deserve to be slowly submersed

Dried out then laid in a hearse

When I was two

I poured super glue

Into my fathers hair

As he sat unaware

In his arm chair

Much to his dismay

Had to cut it all away

Oh, but it felt great

I deserve to be cut and filleted

Then tossed about in disarray

Until the pieces melt away

I am not a bad man

Even though I do bad things

Very bad things

Such horrible things

But it's not quite what it seems Not quite what I seem

Aw, hell

It's exactly what it seems

When I was four

I'd wait by the door

With a knife in my hand

And a most devious plan

It would be quite grand

As the mail fell through the slot

The sharp edge he got

Oh, but I love the thought

I deserve to be tied in a knot

Broken bones and blood clots

When I was six

I used to trick

The next door neighbors son

In the woods we would run

Time for fun

Hide and seek has a cost

He would be forever lost

Oh, but I love to scoff

I deserve to have my head lopped off

Hidden and covered in moss

Until this memory's forgot

I am not a bad man

Even though I do bad things

Very bad things

Such horrible things

But it's not quite what it seems Not quite what I seem

Aw, hell

It's exactly what it seems

When I was eight

I used to hate

The color of my house

So as quite as a mouse

I burned it down

To the ground

When no one was around

Oh, but I love the sound

I deserve to be quickly put down

Rotting six feet underground

When I was ten