If evil was a corporation, you'd be the CEO.
The devil as your understudy- inevitably so.
Destruction of every dream and wish, maiming of each heart and soul;
You don't mind who's next in line- as long as they're vulnerable.

With the devil as your understudy, Bin Ladin's surely next.
Bombs, missiles, cruelty are his special effects.
Hitler stands right there behind, the torture you must know.
These evil creatures can't mask your evil features as the CEO.

When hatred replaces love, and snarls replace laughter;
When happiness is gone and there's no ever after-
When heavens seem unrealistic- it's because you are in control.
When evil schemes corrupt all dreams, we know who's really whole.

You never care about consequences, they just make you thrive.
You may feel like your evil causes others to feel alive.
And even though your spirit would be better off as dead,
Your evil words and evil slurs cannot disappear instead.

If evil was a corporation, you'd be the CEO.
The devil as your understudy- inevitably so.
Destruction of every dream and wish, maiming of each heart and soul.
You don't mind who's next in line as long as they're vulnerable.

You think you have each and every right to take away all peace.
Your heart is crinkled, your spirit wrinkled, your conscious with a crease.
You could care less about anyone else, you care only of your inferno.
The flames, the games, the utter shames as the CEO.

When evil is no longer evil, and merely just impolite.
You take it to a new level, full of fear and right.
You are cruel and harsh to everyone whom you barely even know.
You intimidate and cultivate as the CEO.

Prison bars wouldn't hold you back,
Fire would cause an explosion.
A punch, a cage, a fire, a smack,
Would further your evil motions.

If evil was a corporation, you'd be the CEO.
The devil as your understudy- inevitably so.
Destruction of every dream and wish, maiming of each heart and soul.
You don't mind who's next in line as long as they're vulnerable.

You don't care of the pain you share, nor of the fear you spread.
You don't care of flashbacks that each soul will surely dread.
You could care less, that's your biggest flaw- of anyone feeling low.
You worry of you- so horribly true, as Evil Inc.'s CEO.

So as you read this piteous note, this letter stamped with tears,
I would ask that you recollect of all the pain you caused throughout the years.
And maybe then when you see the hurt, the fear you built inside,
You might delve in to the fright I held in, and understand the tears I cried.

Your life may be heading nowhere, this I truly see.
But the pain, the fear, every single tear that has ever been released from me-
Can hopefully imply the hurt inside, the possibility of depression, NO?
Is merely intimidation of your soon probation as the CEO.

I wish you'd consider your termination,
To end all sudden and progressed frustration.
To have a slight consideration
Of those pained from your victimization.

Slowly roll away from your office and take just a minute
To realize all those you ever loved in life are surely no longer in it.
It's just a proposition, a thought for you to know
That maybe just maybe- you deserve more than just Evil's CEO.