Why Should I Write? (To Poison the Earth)

I'm back and it feels so nice, the taste of bile in my throat, body shaking in full force, brain screaming, in it's padded room oh yea! This is me, not that mambi pambi crap. Back off, and let me stew, what pours from me melts heaven, want a touch? Would you like to see the real world? Countries falling, disease, famine, bodies piled so high and me without a fork. Pulling the strings, creating the faille of man and licking my fingers for every last morsel. You thought you were drowning with me, wait 'til you reach out and I snag your hair, take you under, it will last for years, now that I have something to play with. I ain't like nothing you've seen, my thoughts are creation, my touch, destruction, so nice. In the end Midas thought his blessing a curse, Me, it's so much better if you sit back and enjoy.