Tripnosis

They need you to want

They want you to need

Everything you don’t need

For to feed

And to breed

And relinquish your greed

Now to sleep go with you

And allow me to seed

What you dream with my schemes

What you need to be freed

Is control of the means

So that you may awaken

From gardens of greens

And see that success is not happiness, no

And nor is it found in the places you’ll go

You are under a spell of a wicked design

So I offer instead

From my sick, twisted mind

A love potion I’ve brewed

In the land before time

Come and swing from the mood

Of my suicide crime

For my primeval plot

Is to kill you with rhyme

It’s already too late

You are already mine