The Faulty Feline Philosophy

They say the cat was killed by his desire
To know more, a wish to inquire
Luckily this curious delinquent
Had a few more lives up her sleeve

It all began one dark winter morning
Back when life seemed so ungodly boring
Holding myself back from doing fun stuff
Dangers all around

That was when the cat came and I was blessed
For the first time I felt pure excitement
At the limitless prospect of the mad
Adventures to be had

The counter's set to number nine
I'm feeling so alive
And yet there is one thought that just keeps on
Repeating in my mind

Say what you want to me
But you will have to agree
Surely with ears like those I'd make for an
Adorable corpse

Why would I need your discretion?
Laughing in the face of death
Life's a feast of thrilling flavors
But the spicy one's the best
If my flesh is torn to shreds
Then it's a worthy sacrifice
'Cause in the end the only real concern for me is
Counting lives

The pain is dulled by the deity's assurance
That was sure a curious occurrence
In my head a picture of myself
A portrait painted red

I woke up to see myself receding
Yet my heart was still alive and beating
That was everything we ever needed
All my worries dead

The counter started ticking down
You've really changed, they frown
And yet there's still that thought that just keeps on
Repeating even now

Say what you want to me
But you will have to agree
Surely with ears like those I've made for an
Adorable corpse

Why would I need your discretion?
Laughing in the face of death
Life's a feast of thrilling flavors
But the spicy one's the best
If my flesh is torn to shreds
Then it's a worthy sacrifice
'Cause in the end the only real concern for me is
Counting lives

Glowing eyes tear through the shadows
In the night she found me smiling

Claw my heart out, dear mistress
Mold my soul into your likeness

From the depths of my subconscious
She was born, chillingly silent

I have found you there in the darkness
In the snow, perfectly lifeless
Concrete shell binding your ribcage
You were wrapped in plastic and wires

You have found me there in the darkness
In the snow, perfectly lifeless
You have found me there in the darkness
In the snow

Why would I need your discretion?
Laughing in the face of death
Life's a feast of thrilling flavors
But the spicy one's the best
If my flesh is torn to shreds
Then it's a worthy sacrifice
'Cause in the end the only real concern for me is
Counting lives

What a cynical delusion
All of this turned out to be
Disregarding any flavor
From the sour to the sweet
With my flesh all torn to shreds
I see the number tick to null
I guess there was a certain death
I failed to take into account