The time for all the followers of doom is drawing near
Deceiving no-one, knowing nothing but the bite of fear
Smiling as I throw the switch
That takes away their breath
I see life as an interruption
To the tune of d**h
She is the electrocutioner...!
Playing with my birds, I wonder how the world could be
A perfect place to sing about, for anyone but me
I see the shimmer of the dewdrops as I drink my tea
And when the foolishness is over, I am much more me
I wish that all the suffering and all the misery
Could be consumed inside my room, where switches set you free
*humming*
Where switches set you free, my friend, where switches set you free