I'M THE WORLDS BEST-KEPT SECRET 
 
So, is this a happy ending? Who am I to say? 
For now I take my final bow from this world's stage. 
And there is no cause for applause - the theatre's desolate. 
I have no desire to feud, I lose in all disputes. 
And, in my tearing through the layers to find the roots, 
I find beneath the surface everything is meaningless. 
 
And when I'm alone, my thoughts are 
Sweet, then wicked, then perverse, then back to sweet. 
The girl of my dreams, I believe, 
Has not been born yet - 
Or maybe she's already dead. 
I'm the world's best-kept secret. 
 
Laying down the pen and paper, destiny: it calls. 
I take a longing look at these surrounding walls, 
As pin-ups only serve to remind you of what you miss. 
 
And when I'm alone, my thoughts are 
Sweet, then wicked, then perverse, then back to sweet. 
The girl of my dreams, I believe, 
Has not been born yet - 
Or maybe she's already dead. 
I'm the world's best-kept secret. 
 
Soon I'll be free, though it's all too easy. 
That's when I see: I can take them with me! 
Nothing to fear from the outcome! 
If I am strong, which I have been all along, 
It won't be long until I've proved them all wrong. 
Nothing to fear from the outcome! 
 
So, I put their lives into my hand and clench my fist, 
As I proceed to tick the names off from my list. 
And yet the list grows longer still, until there's no-one left. 
 
And now I'm alone, there's a hole 
That all this hatred and all this anger had filled. 
The last living soul on the Earth 
Has made an angel of every devil he's killed. 
 
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