Twisted Dreamer

I see murders, rapes, and suicides
or maybe I see happy rainbows and butterflies?
Maybe I see both, ever seen a rainbow get raped?
Surely someone's tasting the rainbow and there's no escape
I see blood, tears, and people in pain
I see the fire blazing hot killing body's with such vain
Maybe there's some pretty horsies and unicorns
And maybe those unicorns getting killed by their own horn
Unlike everyone else, I'm not among the screamers
Maybe,just maybe, I'm just a twisted dreamer.