Tilt Hero Maurader
Captive in my fantasy of ticket selling murder, A death every thirty seconds I am hopped up on sugar, The plot is oversimplified and tied up very neatly, The enemy is black and white, and I believe completely I am the hero marauder, I kill as easily as blink I f..ck like Zeus, I fit right inside his shoes, Projecting myself Onto the screen Glued to my movie seat With sticky melted candy, I forked over my ad- mission price, I've got my soda handy, I kick the chair ahead of mine and scream at each explosion, my pitiful life is shoved aside, I'm blinded by emotion! Emerging from the exit, I 'm relieved of my suspicion purged of all my questioning and emptied of conviction I'm a terminator with a superhuman torso a great obliterator with a savage manifesto
