The Faulty Feline Philosophy

They say the cat was killed by his desire

To know more, a wish to enquire

Luckily this curious delinquent

Had a few more lives up her sleeve

It all began one dark winter morning

Back when life seemed so ungodly boring

Holding myself back from doing fun stuff

Dangers all around

That was when the cat came and I was blessed

For the first time I felt pure excitement

At the limitless prospect of the mad

Adventures to be had

The counter's set to number 9

I'm feeling so alive

And yet there is one thought that just keeps on

Repeating in my mind

Say what you want to me

But you will have to agree

Surely with ears like those I'd make for an

ADORABLE CORPSE

Why would I need your discretion

Laughing in the face of death

Life's a feast of thrilling flavours

But the spicy one's the best

If my flesh is torn to shreds

Then it's a worthy sacrifice

'Cause in the end the only real concern for me is

Counting lives

The pain is dulled by the deity's assurance

That was sure a curious occurance

In my head a picture of myself

A PORTRAIT PAINTED RED

I woke up to see myself receding

Yet my heart was still alive and beating

That was everything I've ever needed

All my worries dead

The counter started ticking down

You've really changed, they frown

And yet there's still that thought that just keeps on

Repeating even now

Say what you want to me

But you will have to agree

Surely with ears like those I've made for an

ADORABLE CORPSE

Why would I need your discretion

Laughing in the face of death

Life's a feast of thrilling flavours

But the spicy one's the best

If my flesh is torn to shreds

Then it's a worthy sacrifice

'Cause in the end the only real concern for me is

Counting lives

Glowing eyes tear through the shadows

In the night she found me smiling

Claw my heart out, dear mistress

Mold my soul into your likeness

From the depths of my subconscious

She was born, chillingly silent

I have found you there in the darkness

In the snow, perfectly lifeless

Concrete shell binding your ribcage

You were wrapped in plastic and wires

You have found me there in the darkness

In the snow, perfectly lifeless

You have found me there in the darkness

In the snow

Why would I need your discretion

Laughing in the face of death

Life's a feast of thrilling flavours

But the spicy one's the best

If my flesh is torn to shreds

Then it's a worthy sacrifice

'Cause in the end the only real concern for me is

Counting lives

What a cynical delusion

All of this turned out to be

Disregarding any flavour

From the sour to the sweet

With my flesh all torn to shreds

I see the number tick to null

I guess there was a certain death

I failed to take into account