I've dreamed of evil deeds, and crime, and pains; I've counted days until my heart turns dark; I've even filled my rooms with spikes and chains, And all of it is waiting for a spark. My minions wait for me to touch the phone, And armour waits for them when they come here; With lawful lords I've listed every bone I'll pick, and whom I'll have to "disappear". It's on my calendar: TAKE OVER WORLD. It's written twice, and underlined in red. I have my flags, all stacked and neatly furled, And all my loved ones are, by chance, long dead. Tomorrow is the day. Am I prepared? Am I, or is the world, the one more scared?