*I’ve sadly created a hologram disaster of little hundred alien secrets. They are taken over and I can feel my mind being over flooded. I’m a wicked scientist, mixing up evil potions of disastrous imaginings of distrust. Struggling to keep the bomb from exploding, spilling out centuries of obscure secrets and ripping my cover, I need to destroy the bomb magnet that’s been pulling more new victims of self-destruct. And free I’ll be from this game of torture.*










No it can’t be found out





My joy! My creation! In my heart I shout





Yea, it tortures my mind when it is being tampered with





Now I have to be careful and think swift





It’s my game and I only know the rules





Master of disguise will trick these fools





Leave the merchandise alone





It’s a master piece, an art of disaster, my personal clone





But since you’ve come too close you are in trouble





A mixture of chocolate bombs of hate rolled into a double





It’s my fault I’ve mixed you in with sweet cherries and making my desire rumble





Now you’ve become molded, the cook must throw you away





You are nothing but useless clay





This is my dream, my image, my snare





It’s time for a revenge from my secret nightmare
I would want to live longer...