Death Note

Isn't it a simple enough explanation?
Who asked anyway, you with your neat ties
Shined shoes, and important looking briefcases!
Check your ego at the door.

It is true and it cannot be helped
A finger placed and pointed at this psychosis
Future specimen for a jar on a shelf
I don't eat what I don't kill, and i eat what i take.

Come back from what now? Say it without laughing please
A chance for one to return from the dusk of dusty textbooks
Where a father placed a stern hand on a terrified one
One last cigarette for the night, make it good one for branding.

I want to come back, because I've been gone for far too long
I don't rightly know how to make it better or to go away
The degredation, humiliation, molestation, only that comes back
So I kill, so that my old innocent self, can return when the bad turns good.

Give me justice, give me the chair.