Dream

4. The Sadist In Me

My laughter gets a lot of disapproval,
My humor considered just a bit sick
Maybe I get too much of crack out of watching people tear themselves to bits
Or maybe I'm just a sadist...
But is it really such a crime to have a little giggle?
Society in all its false glory scorns me for my supposed sins
Now isn't that disgustingly ironic?
I may be screwed up in the head, but at least I'm blatant about it
So unlike the rest of world, hiding its filth beneath layers of extravagance
I suppose that's one thing I can take pride in, my openness
But who am I to judge, after all I'm just as twisted
My 'wicked' pleasure is derived from watching this world go up in flames
But honestly, I don't see anything wrong with this
Does no one else find it fascinating?
The way the world repeats its natural self destruct again and again
How can I not find that amusing?
I hate you, I love you, humans are such petty things..
Always fighting to achieve peace
Never realizing they won't ever succeed
Trying so hard to gain society's incompetent allegiance
Pathetically refusing to accept defeat
Some may call this admirable, I call it pure stupidity 
But who am I to object? After all, my mind is compromised
My crimes innumerable and endless
My shadowed life so twisted
The world keeps yelling out my flaws, and my patience is wearing thin
They keep trying to sedate my supposed madness
So the world will have to deal with the consequence,
And this judgmental society will take one hell of a hit,
This all sounds so hilariously depressing
One might find it funny
But maybe thats just the sadist in me..

Inspired by,
Take Me to Church- Hozier