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Rebel without a cause?
Try a Devil without claws,
Watching the cat limp around with no back paws,
Only dangerous if you come near the jaws
While he's sitting and dreaming of warm wet maws,
You better put that bullshit on pause,
Lest I get sacriligious on you like Jacob was.

Not getting rid of me....

How many times am I to prove that nothing's sacred?
How many times do you have to prove me tainted?
How many times am I gonna have to cry and rebuild
before you realize I won't ever die or be killed?

Not getting rid of me....

I've always been the one to question what was real,
Now if I were to question if you were,
How would you feel?
Vindicated? Illuminated? Exterminated? Or downright hated?
I won't lie and fake that I'm not hoping the latter,
Because this asinine shit pushed me into becoming
The late great brand new Mad fuckin Hatter.

Not getting rid of me....

How many times am I to prove that nothing's sacred?
How many times do you have to prove me tainted?
How many times am I gonna have to cry and rebuild
before you realize I won't ever die or be killed?

Not getting rid of me....

So here we are, pulling rabbits out of air,
Do you still wanna claim your sainthood in front of me
And purge yourself in front of a false God? I don't care.
No matter where you go or what you do,
I'll always be there, following you.
Laughing from the back row of the hall as you
Take your place as President in your Inagurational ball.

Getting rid of me...

How many times am I to prove that nothing's sacred?
How many times do you have to prove me tainted?
How many times am I gonna have to cry and rebuild
before you realize I won't ever die or be killed?

Rid of me...

I believed in you and I think I still do.
You have the potential to make your own dreams come true.
The power to make Demi-Godhood into reality,
But you keep tripping yourself up on the same technicality.
Already infected yourself with the untreatable virus known as me,
Now let the disease work with you and not against you
For the reason that I already sensed you tense and you knew.

Rid of....

How many rules am I to break before you realise
The drama doesn't mean shit to me?
I do what I want when I want how I want and
The complaints? I try not to let them get to me.
The cross? It's almost never to heavy to carry.
The burden? It certainly makes sleeping scary.
Only fallen twice, I've still got one more in me,
But if I'm going down hard, I want you to sin with me.

Rid...

Never had a challenged like the one you sired,
The way your mental process twists set me afire,
I'd love to see what what makes you tick inside,
My gruesome intentions, of which I never lied,
Everything that sickens you and makes you curl,
I'll shoot down the Heavens, then give you the world.
But only one person can crack the rusted cage,
Apologies are offered for this soliloquy,
Charles, pick up the key and set yourself free.