Iron Fists of Obedience
Written by Charles "Chuck Nasty" Oliver


In my utopia is where you would be
If I could grasp my sanity
I can always picture your face
Even clearer when I stare up into space
You are my every desire
You feed and fuel my raging fire

Who I am is what you fear
Your hatred for me is so clear
When I glance at you, you cringe with vengeance
I use pain to enforce my obidience
But you will not and cannot take this
Bow down bitch to my iron fists
You diabolic, demented virus
You caused my utopias apocalypse
Get out of my heart and my head
I'm loading my 9, I want you dead
Wait! Death is too good for you
I'll let you live and tourture you.