I can hear your voice inside my head,

I don't know why I do.

Your influence is truly strong,

I follow, I'm such a fool.

I bow down at your will,

I am your loyal subject.

I am in the debt of you,

How could I object?

You give me a powerful feeling,

Something I can't control.

Why must it be this way?

Your always on patrol.

To make sure I'm behind you,

Fulfilling your evil deeds.

Making sure you are content,

Satisfying your needs.

And that is why I did it,

the way I took the knife.

I'm sick of the evil you put through me,

My master? Just in strife.

So now I am free,

Although I lay bleeding on the floor.

But at least I am no longer your servant...

Was that what I was asking for?