Plant in womb and prepare to harvest seed
of invention with fictional technologies
and intentions of performing the implausible.

Doctor Larry Riena was a genius inventor
he was always thinking forward,
but he never had the head to ever...

Constantly distracted
by his indecisive actions
took a dull knife to his life
and he spread it too thin

Oh, where was I...?
Panic struck the platform of nonexistence
bypassing the third person view of the first vision
something-something called attention
to the number of corpses...

There were torsos in the cupboard
severed fingers in the oven
broken legs kicking
and a jaw in the kitchen that wailed...

Please don't kill me doctor
I want to live and prosper
You made me a monster.

He made people place and thing
but failed to see the evil in
never fully finishing
He took out the knife
he used to spread his life too thin
He sharpened it and he
shoved it in...
Please, don't kill me..

Please don't kill me doctor
I want to live and prosper
You made me a monster.