The Electrocutioner

The time for all the followers of doom is drawing near,
Deceiving no-one, knowing nothing but the bite of fear.
Smiling as I throw the switch
That takes away their breath,
I see life as an interruption
To the tune of death
She is the electrocutioner...!
Playing with my birds, I wonder how the world could be
A perfect place to sin about, for anyone but me.
I see the shimmer of the dewdrops as I drink my tea.
And when the foolishness is over, I am much more me.
I wish that all the suffering and all the misery
Could be consumed inside my room, where switches set you free.
*humming*
Where switches set you free, my friend, where switches set you free.