Harvey was a small fella
Stayed to himself and lurk in the shadows
Dark hair slicked back
Brows were thick he had pasty white skin
Wasn't very popular with the ladies
But he always had this grin
Like you knew something the rest of us were ignorant to know
What was within our surroundings
Some consider him creepy
Others saw him as brilliant
He created the future demise
The answer was in his resilience
Chemistry was his magic
It brought him great Delight
To know how to persuade existence
Through molecular modification
This was thought to be the greatest weapon
An unknown source of death
Mysteriously would come steal your breath
Run from the clouds
Seal off your windows and doors
Don't get caught without your mask
If you don't want to end up in the casket
Many years later is Journal came to surface
Details of genocide putting in motion human psychoneurosis
It came to be found the creator of this defunct morality his fetish was necrophilia
Spending the nights sweeping the streets taking advantage of those who fall