Through the Eyes of a Madman

I see unlit households sheltering the weak

The homes of those who bring the pleasure I seek

They are too blind to see what's coming

They are trapped in slumber, keeping them from running

I see the sleeping bodies of those who will become my toys

The objects that bring about thrills of torture and destroying

I watch as they lay limp, tossing and turning in their beds

They go along in their dream worlds, unaware of what's ahead

Through the eyes of a Madman

I see my play-things slowly slip back into the real world

As the answer to their questioned salvation unfurls

I watch excitedly as their as their eyes sluggishly open

Thinking about all about all the fun we'll have for which I'm hoping

Through the Eyes of a Madman

I see tears of denial streaming down their faces

As they ask why death had come here, of all places

I assure them that death hasn't arrived yet

Once we have had our fun, we'll be all set

Through the Eyes of a Madman

I see you, yes you, my toy, shaking in your chair

You're darting your head around, wondering if I'm really there

I'll be in your bedroom soon, so I can confirm your fears

I can't wait to play with you, I'm growing ever so near

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