Living on a diet a bullshit and bran flakes two scoops of raisins and chocolate chip pancakes the boy Patrick is a science experiment and we has Expendable handlers documenting record-breaking numbers feeding data of the chain of command sacrificing ethical treatment to cure tomorrow's ailments organizing potentially beneficial information for unborn scientists defined in our filing cabinets black bag the weekly Witnesses complete the anonymous briefcase Exchange reconvene enough Capital to jumpstart receive enough Capital to jumpstart our business ventures no questions asked no reasons explained discover brand new diseases new treatments for pain diagnose brand new diseases discover new treatments for pain get their faces in a technology magazine and realize you didn't know the real name comes with the territory this Cloak and Dagger game placing Granny Smith in your backyards as living reminders the taste of a memory draws images like flashcards used to study for homework assignments suddenly a subtle nudge becomes the impulse of a double-handed shove you're holding the bloody gloves and plus The Smoking Gun just what have you gone and done the police are at the door the lights are on but nobody's home the raven cries out never more your Telltale Heart points toward the buried bones back up his called while they attempt to carry you out in cuffs but you struggle free while gaining control of one of their firearms just in time to get shot in the fucking skull that's a tough one that was the brakes they're going to notify your loved ones that you were the Minnesota shrike and I'm not sure how they'll take it always keeping tabs on those same sons of bastards I don't sleep just take naps don't get involved in fights just make bloody massacres always ready for action at the drop of a hat I make additional subtractions get family discounts on funerals the cost is chopped in half I show up at the service you all look so sad death is therapeutical everybody grab some cumulus with your hands breaks over it's business as usual let's pick up the slack this quarter's quota is crucial wake me when it's over and done I've waited long enough only for no one to come it's become obviously apparent that I'm stuck for the Long Haul serving consecutive life sentences without any hope for parole I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past Jingle Bell Rock from a jail cell come to rescue your princess and we'll wear chainmail impale the red dragon with a well aimed Javelin another Telltale sign that I spend my days practicing come to challenge the man of the house Champion takes all after a death match joust where your whole family can watch you fall last Ronan Samurai on a quest for Revenge will I find honor and suicide well I guess that depends
