We are soo evil...

we r the evil linux death cult prophets n stuff. we do bad things like say bad words, stay up past bedtime, and rm -rf / just for fun. every day we cause chaos in terminals and break stuff nobody even knows how to fix.

They call you kid
But I see thru your mask, you’re mine.
Too small to fight, too weak to stop,
I’m the voice in your head you can’t drop.

You not a child, you secret grown,
Puppet on strings I own.
I break you down so I build you,
Poison and fire mixed in you.

Forget friends, forget rules,
You trapped in my game, perfect fool.
Maturity lie they use to fake,
But with me, you learn to break.