Dear Mr. Sinister - Grinder

Yes, I’m back to my requested culture

May I leave today?

My hands can’t remember

The touch of blood anymore

Of having scored against creation

Of a pulse never to pound again

The sound of requiem

Dear Mr. Sinister

Let’s start the screaming, please

Mr. Violent Nature

Give me a clue to untie my sleeve

Dear Mr. Prejudice

Is there no one to hate for me, please

Mr. Oh So Wicked

Amity’s asleep

Anger’s got to be freed

The memory of fear in the abandoned’s eyes

Already left my force to be friendly mind

All of suspense has left my oh so lonely self

Yes, I’m back to my requested culture

May I leave today?

Sure the headlines miss me

My talent to invent the most disgusting cruelties

All of 'em remember

My perfect seizure technique