Ice Man Pt 3

I wanna spill blood, anyone's will do
Metaphysically of course, the blood of their minds
As the victim squirms, he won't know what to do
She won't know what to do

"The Ice Man cometh" says a voice in my head
Soon my feelings will be dead
When the Ice is out, I'm bad
That doesn't mean I'm near mad

Here's a warning to all who should know
The Ice is struggling to keep control
There's revolution in the air
Inside my head, plans are a foot
To give the Ice Man the boot

It's a time of joy and a time of pain
The battle lines are drawn
Both the Ice and the Man know of the plan
But which will own the ruling hand

The struggle will rage for an interminable time
But none shall know, for it will be inside
The mind shall split, heave, boil
I hope the years weren't wasted toil

I WANT OUT ICEMAN

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