I had to take a break, too full of self-hate Started to worry Kid.Villain is a fake I’ve made a mistake, and realised too late Irony’s boring for irony’s sake The perfect tool for a pretend personality A tough guy with no sense of morality Mental alacrity, insane muscularity Obsessed with profanity, vindicated vanity A vicious calamity, consumed with finality Immoral banality to the point of insanity I took no prisoners just a single casualty It’s all I am It’s all I have Ever met a villain with so much self-doubt? So many minions, I can’t even count So many jewels, can’t be arsed to flout I conquered the world, but no one’s ever about World conqueror, is this all I am? An Insecure creation of teenage devastation Kid.Villain? more like Kid.Validation Above my station, a poor imitation Sold my soul and bested the heroes Why can’t I be happy just eating space cheerios? It’s all I am It’s all I have Fuck it, I’ll own it. It’s time for change Make self-pity parties all the rage Time to engage, take to the stage Uncork the bottle, drink sadness champagne Welcome to the show, Kid.Villain’s house of pain Jump around all you want, I conquered the world, the world conquered back There’s more to Kid.Villain than being great in the sack It’s time to relax, take a look at the facts My bank account is stacked I Taught Thanos to snap Robbed the Lourve before my first nap I have to admit Kid. Villain is the man, be my own stan Do what I can. Take my head out my hands So what’s the plan? Goddamn I’ll make sadness my brand It’s all I have. It’s all I am

Kid.Villain what does he know? He tried to put on a really good show Tried to take on the spoken word scene Kid.Villain what does he know? He tried to put on a really good show Tried to take on the spoken word scene Goddam, they’re back! the voices are back I think Kid.Villain is about to snap I’m under some kinda psilocybin attack Chillin voice with a chilling message to match How can something so sick be said so sweet Tempting me into defeat, despair Gotta grow another pair, but who has this kind of dastardly flair? Superman? Downed. Aquaman? Drowned. The Joker? Clowned Weaponised words? Malicious verbs? Defeat inferred. Coming after Kid.Villain undeterred? It’s gotta be, the kids from the scene They said to me, “you seem unclean Too keen to glean from the obscene We’re the virus to your Villainous vaccine” Kid.Villain what does he know? He tried to put on a really good show Tried to take on the spoken word scene Those clever kids have killed me I tried to stay calm, tried to Hold Steady Trying to resist, trying to persist the Void is calling, it may get its wish Ego death, time a flat circle Nothing left, trapped eternal Internal inferno, annihilation I’m an aberration, an abomination Freakishly seeking to make the world seething Whilst desperately pleading to find some meaning American Psycho in my goals Just want to fit in, but I don’t fit at all It’s the end of Kid.Villain This ain’t no psilocybin It’s demons that were hidin’ Behind all the smiling One last breath before the abyss Pucker my lips for the devil’s kiss Get ready for Kid.Villain’s final diss Kid.Villain what does he know? He tried to put on a really good show Tried to take on the spoken word scene What a boring chorus, an obvious refrain Heard it before, these voices in my brain Didn’t you hear? Kid.Villain’s insane Tried to play hero when you took on the villain When it comes to wordplay, I’m a literal magician My words are cursed, they all become verbs Some give me strength, most make me worse What if I’m no good? So what if I’m no good! No good is my jam, I’m a fucking villain Not a boy but a man, said I’d be my own stan Hyper-vigil with my hyper-sigils Chaos Magick Master, Like reverse Castor Troy, Face-on to the hit Reality changes to how I see fit My Mission statement: don’t test my patience My words should be outrageous and blatant Live a life so dangerous it’s flagrant Wish I hadn’t kept so much in my head Being a villain, thought I’d be ready for death Have I wasted time in this world of mine? Shaping creation with every single line Every time Every rhyme Success or failure there’s no great divide Two words on my tombstone: I tried

My therapist told me that this would be a useful exercise, writing to you. I miss you so much. We had a new subject come in last week. Some kid, they were performing and died of a drug overdose. When I first saw the body, his stillness reminded me of you in your last days. I thought about you and what we went through. As your vibrant skin turned to a pale shade of blue. As all your burdens shifted onto me. As each part of you drifted away and left me alone. It’s funny, being forced by fate to suddenly grow-up like that. As you became dependant and regressed, I had to grow-up. Day-by-day seeing you weaken and I had to be strong. Strong for both of us, strong so you could be at peace, strong for me because, well, without you I had nothing left. I must confess that I wished you’d die. Selfish perhaps but seeing you in pain and the agony of waiting. Waiting for each day knowing you’d be worse. Waiting to see what new horror would be inflicted upon you. And then, suddenly, I was free. Free to be numb. Free to be callous. Free to be uncaring. Free to lose my way and sink. When the body came in, it looked like mine. 5’ 7”, brown hair, but it terrified me. The cause of death was listed as a drug overdose but the toxicology report had no idea what chemicals had cause this. And in place of his face was just skin! A blank slate, he could have been anyone. He could have been me (in another life). As I cut open his abdomen, thousands of flies poured out filling the room with a hideous screech of droning. They began to circle around the body, the droning getting louder and louder and louder. My screams inaudible through the mask and the noise. I thought about how if this was the end for me, how I’d wasted my life. How I could’ve used your passing as a point of strength, to celebrate you. Instead I’d used it as an excuse to wallow in self-pity. Used it to justify my hatred for everything. Then the droning just...stopped and the flies lit up and hung in the air. Like thousands of suns all drifting through the cosmos. And then they started to dance, tracing threads of light around the room. All connected but apart, individuals all in sync. The fireflies then began spiralling downward, back into the kid’s chest. A vortex of light, and as they descended they began chirping, singing. And as the final member of the funeral procession disappeared from sight, a bright light appeared and the kid just disappeared. It was so beautiful mum, I wish I could’ve told you about it. Travelling boys, become unravelling men Constantly searching to recover the thread Travelling boys, become unravelling men Constantly trying to come home again Travelling boys, become unravelling men Constantly searching to recover the thread Travelling boys, become unravelling men Constantly trying to come home again Constantly trying to come home again

They say the greater you are the harder you fall Guess this means I was the greatest of all Played my cards, pocket aces, still fell The sign of the hill reads "Welcome to Hell" Well, guess I can finally come out of my shell Pursued Villainy became a monstrosity Hide the hurt, hide the pain The Endless goals kept me sane At least that’s what I tell myself A Fucked up focus on amassing wealth And power and rep and girls and gadgets Living life like a global beauty pageant My sash read “Ms. Living Selfishly” Isn't that what you wanted to see? Isn’t that who you wanted to be? Gaslighter, bastard, demon So much hurt, so much grievance Alright alright, I’ll take the blame Let your ego come out unscathed You play the victim, I’ll be the villain You play the hero, I’ll be the villain You be happy, I’ll be Kid.villain So this is my antiphony, my final testimony I took responsibility Became the bad guy you needed me to be But punching down, ain’t a good look Don’t worry, I let you off the hook And became the greatest The villain most hated So outrageous and so blatant Pariah of pariahs Leader of liars A monstrous messiah Sold my soul became your heart’s desire Who were you trying to prove anything to? Biggest insecurity: people saw through you Felt like a fake, nothing at stake, villianly, for villainy's sake an ego trying to publicly masturbate* Desperate to show you’re more than great You deserve the hate, for your grand estate Pretend that my greatness was something InNate And now it’s too late, accept your fate Drown in the ditches of your mistake, wait. Look at you in infernal damnation Making jokes about public masturbation? It's not all bad, let's delve deeper Hell may be swell, and I bet the rent's cheaper No heating bills, everythings on fire Everyone knows you know they're a liar You gonna start a choir? You “Pariah of Pariahs”? Fuck that, I’ll take on the real “Leader of liars” Make the devil bend a knee To Kid.Villain’s villainy Whatever your intentions You chose this path Reality your invention You know your arc Redemption from Self-hate? Don’t make me barf Accept your mistakes & In glory I’ll bask

So the Devil wants to play? A true clash between titans A board game? How cliche, I’m barely even frightened This ain’t the Seventh seal, but I’ll be your death I’ll take everything from you, and leave nothing left I’ve been playing games with assholes for too long If you don’t believe me, just ask your mum I’m the grey goose, you’re the Glenns The superior choice, now let’s see how this ends Needleways A synthstill A medpack House of Blades A Shock web In your back The sweet voice was yours! I thought myself insecure My own Great Divorce, I’ll give you the tour Nice place you’ve got, really love the decor But burning bridges? Mate, I’ve been there before Wallowed and binged, mutilated my brain Gave me control, drove me insane So make your move then I’ll make mine Two villains battle, only one survives Needleways A synthstill A medpack House of Blades A Shock web In your back Well fuck it, guess we’ll go toe-to-toe Quick warning, it’s Kid.Villain show The B.I.G. was more ruthless Cuphead left you toothless You’re an embarrassment to villainy And that’s why the last one standing is Kid.V So for one last time Let me hear you whine Needleways Occupied A synthstill Destroyed A medpack Depleted House of Blades Burned to the ground A Shock web Stolen In your back In YOUR back

I'm asleep on your shoulder And my dreams are good No longer misunderstood And you sway with the music Under the spell, and my eyes are closing My mind as well I'm asleep I'm complete Still replete And discrete I'm asleep on your shoulder And my dreams are good No longer misunderstood [I Am by John Clare] I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below—above the vaulted sky. I am—yet what I am none cares or knows And yet I am, and live Wake up, and I’ll take it God Sake I felt fake and just Hate how I fall for the bait desperate to become great and determine the fate of Kid Reprobate My mistake was to wait For a break down when The key was to give up giving a fuck And embrace the greed Of my Greatness disease That what I need is God on their knees Begging “Kid. Villain please” So sick riddled with hubris So sick, a me supremacist So sick, plagued by neurosis So sick, who else could do this? So sick, gave the devil necrosis So sick, forced into apotheosis I’m, so sick so sick so sick What does he know? He put on a show And took on the scene What does he know? He put on a show And took on the scene What does he know? He put on a show The voice sleeps on my shoulder No longer misunderstood And I can finally embrace Godhood Complete, satisfied and replete Jesus Christ, this is blasphemy Asking Kid.Villain to quit villainy? Don’t you see? Can’t you see? Did you miss all the post-irony? Here’s a dose of your precious sincerity: I’m the only thing I ever wanted to be But There’s only one thing you can do for me Put Danger 5 back on TV Make a season 3 Or at least another audio story