Sociopath, compulsive liar, delusionist Certified schizophrenic, abused and plasmatic, since conception is what the doctors report revealed about Mort He manipulated them with lies Now he's free, back in society Cured with pills and psychotherapy But the scars of mother's words remain Victim of life at a futile age As he drives down the street He can see the ghosts here to remind him And their faces in the trees He can hear them call his name in the windy breeze The souls that were taken away Thinking his medication is not working He can see the walking dead Smelling their scent, viewing their gutless cavities Strangulation marks around their neck They speak to him and retreat Lust of their memories, as they perished Fills his deceitful mind, the urge for new fantasies He can't contain, although he tries Everyday the ghosts return And ask why you did this to me I'll never know you, I'll haunt you till I die You took us from our loved ones You violated my eternal shell Mutilated forever, I will haunt you Mort replies. Mother created this Blame it all on her, I have been immortalized My illness has given the power of divination I saved you from your own hell My volition to kill has perverse me I loved you all, even though you did not know me, but now you are here And I remember the look In your eyes as you died My volition fur lust Shall never set me free Until I die, you are a prisoner to me In the next dimension I will be king Through my divination and volition I will succeed