• Standing in the studio,
    Staring out the wide window
    I look away into the room,
    A darkened place that’s filled with gloom,
    The cat walks by, steps in some paint,
    Then meows at me his proud complaint
    I’ve not forgotten, I was betrayed,
    T’was evil that that face portrayed,
    I leave this room of deep despair,
    Try to forget what happened there,
    To lift a sad mask from my face I long,
    To deal retribution, swift and strong,
    The evil one will hide from me
    But in the end I’ll win, just see.