My bound hands and the Litany of wrongs; was I Your evil twin? The Leering grin of the Executioner above Forces me to think. Our
Still do I writhe and Wriggle on your hook, begging For merciful death.
Dead-eyed clown mouths what My chickenshit goodness will Never say aloud
If there’s a price to Be paid, put it on my head. No more suffering.