Terror Alert
Look out
I'M on the loose
Nothing can hold me back
Try to cook that goose.
Life is my corridor to fame
It's all in a sack
I'M not to blame
My mental state
Is all screwed up
That is upon my china plate
So as I sup
It's all screwed up
What to taste
what to trust.
For those who make terror
Don't under estimate
The terror you'll feel
Is naught but your fate.
