• It's the siren's call I cannot escape,
    the maniac laughter, my ear's raped,

    Almost as if it could see,
    wherever I go, it follows me,

    My body, once the epitome of control,
    lost to the laughter, along with my soul,

    Caught and controlled like a fly in a web,
    by killing only does the spider's hunger ebb,

    As I lose more of my sanity by the hour,
    I make one last attempt to regain power,

    Able to run to less stable ground,
    I jump of the cliff, laughing all the way down.