Yes, I'm Still Here

Now I am free,
I lay on the floor of a broken abandoned home,
Remembering the shadow in the alley I used to be.
The alley ground was red all over,
About 30 victims felt the sting of my fell blade.
There in that alley, Penguino and I fell asleep for the night.
Knife in my hand.
Before we knew it the cops rushed in and dragged me up.
From inside the cop car I watched their expressions
As they lifted the lids of the dumpsters.
They saw all of the bodies and ordered them to drive me away.
They yelled, "It looks like we've got the Hollywood Killer! Scram!"
I was done with my little games with the law.
So I more then allowed them to take me away.

I stare up through the hole in the ceiling,
And wonder if I can get my job back now.
Ebony's Butcher Shop.
A place I used to enjoy being before I was obtained.
Ebony would always send me off to capture some kittens.
I would bring them back to the shop,
And she would enjoy watching me slaughter them.
She've scarred many of her employees off,
But I think she has a thing for me.

I think I'll go chase a kitty
And bring it back to Ebony's shop.
It should be a token to getting my job back.
I bet she'd be happy to see me.
Well... See you later.