scissorman

when mama left, she always said:
“there will be nothing to regret,
if you will mind now what i say,
be a good boy while i’m away!”

“but if you’re bad and naughty too,
the great tall tailor comes to you!”
now worried mama’s shouting loud:
“you’ve got no clue what he’s about!”

treating hearts and souls like toys
is my morbid drug of choice
i’m the frightening scissorman
hoping you’ll respect my plan

despite her warning was enforced
at last my patience he exhaust
mama had scarcely turned her back
a rule was broken by little jack

so i burst doors and in i run
keeping order is so much fun
now children, watch out! here i come!
to catch and punish all you scum

treating hearts and souls like toys
is my morbid drug of choice
i’m the frightening scissorman
that’s what i’m for, that’s what i can

snip! snap! snip! my scissors go
now here i am, enjoy my show!
snip! snap! snip! they go so fast
that all of malice is off at last

you may heard about that tale
where a man pied like a clown
pruned the place of all the rats
then caught all kids in town

but this time it’s different
i’m just black, no patch nor stripe
armed with my beloved drum
no need for any pipe

what you hear is my drum roll
your obedience - my goal
all what’s left is my drum roll
till you’re under my control
tamm-tamm! ramm-tamm-tamm!

see! my drumhead is well streched
and the sticks have proved itself
we have been through thick and thin
into your mind i delve

my beat‘s gonna kick your ass
and this torture will take long
listen! i’m coming for you
to teach you right from wrong

in the shadows, where moonlight's dim,
lives a creature, fearsome and grim.
the one your parents warned you 'bout,
the bogeyman, will make you shout.

if you don't heed your parents' plea,
the bogeyman, you soon shall see.
he'll steal your toys and hide them well,
in his eerie, gloomy spell.

i'm the bogeyman, lurking 'neath your bed,
in the dark of night, where your fears are spread.
for wayward children who ignore the call,
i'll haunt your dreams and make you feel small.
so heed my warning, let it guide your play,
or face the darkness where I'll make you pay.

if you stay up past bedtime hour,
the bogeyman will have his power.
he'll whisper tales of dread and woe,
till you beg for sleep to make it go.

for those who lie and tell untruths,
the bogeyman reveals your ruse.
he'll paint your face with coal-black ink,
so your falsehoods make others think.

i'm the bogeyman, lurking 'neath your bed,
in the dark of night, where your fears are spread.
for wayward children who ignore the call,
i'll haunt your dreams and make you feel small.
so heed my warning, let it guide your play,
or face the darkness where I'll make you pay.

so children, listen well, don't stray,
from the path of light, or night will sway.
the bogeyman, he waits nearby,
reminds you why you should not defy.

thread and needle, morning light
a flick of rage, a swarm in flight
“seven down!” he proudly sewed
a myth was born, the world bestowed
no war, no blood, no mighty feat
just bread, some flies, and something sweet

he left the shop, became a name
with empty hands, he played the game
banners waved, a viral trend
fiction now too sharp to bend
he fed the beast, they praised the ghost
and no one dared to doubt the boast

liar! Faker! Tailor of pride!
stitched your throne from guts you hide
coward! Hustler! Masked divine!
seven in one — a fabricated sign
fake it till you make it — scream it loud!
your empire’s just a hungry crowd
we see you now — your reign’s a shell
it's all one big lie, and it won't end well!

now every screen bears crowned deceit
a million mouths with nothing to eat
they flex, they sell, they point, they preach
from rented thrones they overreach
the same old line in neon red:
"follow me — I killed regret"

do you ever stop to ask:
who would you be without the mask?
do you fear you'd disappear
if truth replaced your curated veneer?
you’ve climbed so high on hollow fame,
but don’t you ever miss your name?

liar! Faker! Tailor of pride!
stitched your throne from guts you hide
coward! Hustler! Masked divine!
seven in one — a fabricated sign
fake it till you make it — scream it loud!
your empire’s just a hungry crowd
we see you now — your reign’s a shell
it's all one big lie, and it won't end well!

in shadows deep, where dreams unwind
a sterile mind, so unaligned
obsessed with purity, I'm entwined
in a world where darkness thrives

i scrub my soul, with acid tears
burn away my darkest fears
a manic quest through countless years
to cleanse the world, erase the smears

i'm the steriliser, the fevered believer
burning bridges, a relentless achiever
in my delusion, I'm a fierce deceiver
a manic architect, a world retriever

a surgeon's knife, my weapon of choice
i'll cut through life, with a steely voice
no morality, just a relentless poise
to cleanse this world, and silence the noise

in sterile rooms, where I take my stand
i'll bleach the earth, with a ruthless hand
no repugnance, no moral demand
as long as my vision, my goal is grand

i'm the steriliser, the fevered believer
burning bridges, a relentless achiever
in my delusion, I'm a fierce deceiver
a manic architect, a world retriever

i'll bleach the sky, and purify the sea
strip away all impurity
in my madness, I am finally free
to create a world, as it should be

no empathy left, in this vacant heart
i'll tear the world's soul apart
with ruthless zeal, I'll play my part
as the steriliser, I'll make my mark

i'm the steriliser, the fevered believer
burning bridges, a relentless achiever
in my delusion, I'm a fierce deceiver
a manic architect, a world retriever

in this sterile world, I'm the puppeteer
a delusional mind, crystal clear
i'll cleanse the world, without a tear
the steriliser, forever here

you found her lair behind the lights
a temple built for wrongs and rites
the air was red, the floor was black
you crossed the line. No turning back.
her eyes were knives, her lips were steel
you lost your name the night you kneeled.

the black queen strikes!
crowned in shame!
she laughs! she kicks!
she knows your name.
you carved the spade into your skin,
now kiss the throne, confess your sin!

her breath was cold. Her hands were flame.
she pressed the truth out of your shame.
you begged for peace. She gave you rope.
you kissed the ground and called it hope.
she burned a law into your chest.
you wore it like a wedding dress.

the black queen strikes!
crowned in shame!
she laughs! she kicks!
she knows your name.
you carved the spade into your skin,
now dig the grave you’re kneeling in!

her crown is rust. Her throne is dust.
you fed her love, she called it lust.
your hands are raw, your voice is gone.
you beg to stay. She drags you on.
a mark remains where you were chained,
a black tattoo that spells her reign.

the black queen strikes!
crowned in shame!
she laughs! she kicks!
she knows your name.
you carved the spade into your skin,
now hold your breath – she’ll drag you in!

why do you make it that simple?
why do you make it that easy for me?
to unveil your cruel intentions
to discover my hate for you

are you able to be satisfied?
are you able to be pleased?
if i’m chosen to be crucified
do i deserve a glance at least?

you’re the one, who’ll take my breath
and make me think about my death

why do you make it that grievous?
why do you make it that painful to me?
to break with chilling bitterness
to be frozen by your bloodless eyes

are you able to be pacified?
are you able to be appeased?
if i’m chosen to be qualified
will you have me tonight for feast?

you’re the one, gave me your scream
kept me from finishing my dream

beneath your bed, she scrapes and seethes,
a whisper stitched from baby teeth.
she counts the lies you’ve tried to hide,
and grinds them into lullabies.

she smells the sugar in your shame,
a stinking tongue, too black to tame.
you skipped the brush, you broke the pact,
now hear the footsteps, slow and cracked.

brush or bleed, the choice is clear,
obey the night, or drown in fear.
she’s not a myth, she’s not a game,
she comes for those who hide their shame.
rot will rise where truth decays,
beware the smile that disobeys.

a crown of plaque, a robe of string,
her wings are roots of suffering.
she trades your teeth for rust and grief,
and seals your screams beneath belief.

they call her fairy, sweet and bright,
but she's no gift of wings and light.
she paints her grin on rotting skin,
a beast that feeds on what's within.

brush or bleed, the choice is clear,
obey the night, or drown in fear.
she’s not a myth, she’s not a game,
she comes for those who hide their shame.
rot will rise where truth decays,
beware the smile that disobeys.

in a digital forest, where temptations glow and gleam,
lived a hooded girl named Red, chasing her own dream.
mama always warned her, “don’t stray, be sharp and wise
but Red chased every thrill, with fire in her eyes.

“big bad,” he whispered, “I’m the thrill you seek.
one taste of my delight, and you'll never feel weak.
I deal in sweet illusions, no need to be afraid,
just swallow what I offer, and let your world fade.”

“big bad’s my name, desire is my game.
one step off the path, and nothing stays the same.”
“big bad’s my name, seduction is the snare.
you clicked the door wide open, I was always there.”

the pills were black as midnight, stamped with “B.B.” deep,
a promise of escape, and a price too steep.
red’s grip began to falter, her thoughts a scattered storm,
inside that poisoned silence, the predator took form.

“big bad’s my name, desire is my game.
one step off the path, and nothing stays the same.”
“big bad’s my name, seduction is the snare.
you clicked the door wide open, I was always there.”

now echoes fill the network, cries that go unheard,
a cautionary fable in every whispered word.
when you trust the voice that flatters, the mask that hides its face,
you walk a path of shadows, no rescue, no embrace.

big bad! click it, crave it, can't go back!
big bad! one hit deep and fade to black!
big bad! you're mine now, feel the sting!
big bad! welcome to the reckoning!