[Spoken]
This is the Manifesto of Mayhem.
The Mistress stands before me, eyes wide and full of wrath
Her cane held in her right hand, on her left foot, a cast
"Beware", she says, the chaos in your heart will never cease
until you find another way to harness what you seek
Her haunting tone, her restless speech, the music of her mouth, her screeching nails and inner life are like a storm, they're loud
At oncе, in all her glory then, we both bеgin to dance
My head rolls back, my chest explodes, my hand begins to cramp
To not know any peace is the great nightmare for us all
To wake and feel unsettled in a house that has no walls
So I must sing and build the walls to cradle my own space.
And my own sound will grow the fortress of a home erased
And her and I, will find a way to live as dueling twins
But I will know, if in the end, Mistress of Mayhem, wins