Killing Joke - Desecrator

Memories are what our reason is based upon

If we cannot face them we deny reason itself

Remembering’s a misery I cannot stand to keep

The unbearable pain re-occurs within my sleep

Optimism keeps me alive

Without this conscience sanity would force me to die

Emotions are contained within my mind

An inescapable feeling that haunts me through time

A social failure, inferior to society

This life shall past, you’ll die and I’ll laugh

I’ll help you die

Do you expect me to be like you

And your other self centered, so called friends

The question remains who am I to conform

It’s you with the disorder, it’s you that’s deformed

Released form this state of confusion

Freedom from yourself

A mental disorder keeps up your hope

Conform with me and laugh at the killing joke

A social failure, inferior to society

This life shall past, you’ll die and I’ll laugh

I’ll help you die