**Chapter 1: Hostage Negotiation**

Dispatcher: Any available units, we've got a report of a hostage situation at Club Gothitecha. Please respond. I repeat: please respond.

Bayles: 710 reporting in. I'm on my way there now. Try to keep the suspect calm until I arrive. Do not engage. I need to stress this: do not engage. We don't need more writeups. Let's end this peacefully.

Verse 1:
Bayles -
Let me talk to him
Get this man to see reason
Got to get him to lower his wrath
Or this will be another bloodbath
Sir, my name is Bayles
And I'm hoping that to some avail
That this here girl you will not maim
Can you please tell me your name
Possessed Petersik -
I am Sherman, the second coming
And she is my queen, she is under my wing
By this here dagger that I do raise
We will return to Earth in just a mere three days
Bayles -
This is risky
He's another 5150
We better come up with a plan
Or else he might try to hurt the woman
Rubber bullets, get 'em on standby
Aim for the knife, and have a good eye
Make sure the area is locked down
I'll try once again to talk him down

Prechorus:
Bayles -
I know you're confused, and I know that you are scared
Sherman, you're surrounded now, you're not going anywhere
So just let the woman go, we don't want you both to bleed
We will set you up with folks, get you all the help you need
Possessed Petersik -
Fuck your offer, I'm the new Jesus
She's my Magdalene, why don't you leave us
We're in Golgotha, where you sit and gloat
Take one step more, I'll slit this bitch's throat

Chorus:
Bayles -
Put down the knife
Get on the ground
Don't end your lives
Come back earthbound

Verse 2:
Bayles -
Need a distraction
Have to put our plan into action
Need the threat level to decrease
Only then will this standoff cease
SWAT team, you're on standby
I won't let anybody die
If negotiations have gone to squat
I'll place the order to take the shot
Possessed Petersik -
Pontius Pilate, that is what you are
You're a dictator, you're another czar
You will leave this place, this is my demand
Or the blood of this girl will be on your hands
Bayles -
We'll be here 'til dawn
'Cause this man, he's too far gone
He wants to make the girl a bride
A matrimony murder-suicide
It's like, he don't wanna be saved
He wants to end up in the grave
Officers prepare, get ready, men
Bring this fuckin' standoff to an end

Prechorus

Chorus(x2)

Bayles: 74, come in. Prepare the shot now. I'm tired of fucking around with this guy. Get ready, men. Aim. Okay, fire.

Other cop: 74 reporting: we got' em, we got 'em. Take him over to Kempster Institute. ID on him says his name is Robert Petersik.

Bridge:
Bayles -
Robert Petersik
You have the right to remain silent
Anything you say
Can be used against you in a court of law
You have the right to an attorney
If you cannot afford one
One will be provided for you
Do you understand these rights
Petersik -
No!

Petersik: No! I don't wanna go! Let me out! Let me go! Let me go right now!

Bayles: You'll be safe at Kempster Institute, trust me. Doctor Atonal is the best there is.


**Chapter 2: Dr. Atonal**

Verse 1:
Atonal -
It's a late night, 9pm and I'm still here
I just wanna go home, have myself a beer
Got a late arrival, gonna get the details
From the man who brought him in: Mr. Officer Bayles
Bayles -
Hello Arlo, I know it's a late night
But Mr. Petersik here put up a hell of a fight
Shot a knife out of his hand through a reticle
And the almost-victim kicked him in his testicles
Now I am no doctor, but what I see
Is a case of dissociative identity
He claims a man named “Sherman” took control
Like an understudy actor taking over the role
Atonal -
Mr. Bayles, thank you very much for the warning
But I'm the doctor, and I'll look at him in the morning
So go home to your wife, get yourself well-fed
I am going home myself and going to bed

Verse 2:
Atonal -
Morning, Mr. Petersik, you're at Kempster
Now what should I call you, what do you prefer
Petersik -
Robert is fine, though I feel askew
Please tell me: who the hell are you
Atonal -
Arlo Atonal, Ph.D.
Been a psychiatrist since 1993
You were brought in because you caused unrest
You ranted and raved, and you resisted arrest
Now I know you're sick, but honesty I sell
The next who-knows-how-long's gonna be pure Hell
You nearly killed a girl, someone else's daughter
You were almost looking at a charge of manslaughter
So I hope treatment ends up positively
Restoring you to a state of competency
Petersik -
Sherman must have taken over again
He's this nagging voice inside my head
If I do not do what he suggests
He takes over, I become possessed

Bridge:
Sherman -
Don't you tell this quack anything
I rule you, I'm your fucking king
Listen Bobby, you are a facade
I'm your true voice, I'm the one true god

Atonal: So Robert, do you remember anything that happened last night at Club Gothitecha?

Petersik: Barely bits and pieces, but I do remember the music that was playing.


**Chapter 3: Club Gothitecha**

Verse 1:
Petersik -
It was a Friday night, I was looking to dance
Let the gothic tunes put me into a trance
There's a new band that is all the rage
It's the Gloomy Gwens coming up on stage
There's the lead singer and she plays the bass
She has bright red hair and the palest face
She has gone out for a cigarette
Hope I don't do something I will regret

Bridge:
It was just another night grooving to New Order
Hoping Sherman stays away and will not take over

Verse 2:
I try to say hello
But the words are stuck, can't let them flow
And I try now to lose the shame
I just ask one question: what is your name
No real names, it's what she insists
She calls herself Pallor Mortis
Masking myself is taking its toll
I can feel more of Sherman taking control

Sherman: What the fuck are you waiting for, Bobby?
Are you some kinda retard?
You wanna get laid or not?
For Christ's sake, you have me.
I'm the power of God at your command
Yet you coop me up.
You should give up, loser.
I'm taking over the reins NOW!

Possessed Petersik: Now it's my turn, Bobby. Get ready.


**Chapter 4: Pallor Mortis**

Verse 1:
Possessed Petersik -
Pallor Mortis, let us join together
Bathe in a tub of goat's blood
And dip our joints into embalming fluid
Getting high on funeral bud
Let's make jump ropes out of our entrails
Watch as our blood and shit drains
Pallor Mortis, I will fuck you hard
We'll go to a higher plane

Chorus 1:
Pallor Mortis
You are giving me
Rigor Mortis
You're the one for me
Pallor Mortis

Verse 2:
Atonal -
Robert, did it occur to you
That you totally creeped her out?
Possessed Petersik -
Fuck you quack, Sherman's in control
You're not part of our creed
Wanna know what that bitch said
Pallor Mortis -
Get the fuck away from me
Possessed Petersik -
No-one turns down a demigod
Certainly not some slag
I won't stop until she has been found
And we're in bodybags

Chorus 2:
Pallor Mortis
She is giving me
Rigor Mortis
She's the one for me
Pallor Mortis
She is giving me
Rigor Mortis
She's the one for me
Pallor Mortis

Atonal: Now Robert...Sherman...please calm down.

Possessed Petersik - (unintelligible rantings)

Atonal: We need orderlies in here...stat!

Possessed Petersik - (more unintelligible rantings)

Atonal: 'Bout time. Get him restrained.

Possessed Petersik - (even more unintelligible rantings)

Atonal: Give him the thorazine shot.

Possessed Petersik - (yet more unintelligible rantings)

Atonal: It should take effect soon. Take him to his room.

Possessed Petersik - (last of the unintelligible rantings)


**Chapter 5: Pre-Trial Conference**

Atonal: Case notes of Dr. Arlo Atonal, August 13th, 2018. Robert Petersik goes to court today. I've had the pleasure of caring for this young man over the past few weeks, but I am deathly afraid of what his reaction will be to today's decision. This “Sherman” business goes deep into his psyche, and I've had the displeasure of meeting this other side already. Speaking from a non-professional opinion for a moment: Sherman scares the shit out of me. I am afraid of what will happen if he appears in that courtroom.

Judge: Be seated. Case #5702-38C: State of Outagamie vs. Robert Petersik. Charges include one count of attempted murder, one count of taking hostages, five counts of assault with a deadly weapon, one count of resisting arrest, and nine counts of disturbing the peace. I have read through Officer Bayles' arrest report, plus Dr. Atonal's initial case notes, and I feel that the plea deal the prosecutor and Mr. Petersik's public defender agreed to is sufficient. Mr. Petersik, please rise.

Judge: Robert Petersik, I find you not guilty by reason of mental disease or defect. Due to the serious nature of these charges, you will be placed at Kempster Institute until you have been deemed worthy to be reintegrated into society. We're adjourned.

Petersik: Are you fucking kidding me?! Do you know what they do at Kempster?!

Judge: Mr. Petersik, you're in contempt.

Petersik: You better believe I have contempt for this fucking dog-and-pony show! Sherman acts up, I get strapped to a board and treated like a goddamn pincushion!

Judge: Bailiff, escort Mr. Petersik out of the courtroom.

Possessed Petersik: You're not speaking to Bobby now, faggot! You're speaking to the supreme Sherman now, and if you even think of touching me with your unclean heathen hands, I'll rip out your cancer-ridden lungs and use them as bagpipes!

Judge: Order! Order in the court!

Possessed Petersik: Fuck your order, and fuck your court!


**Chapter 6: Hypocritical Oath**

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Verse 1:
Atonal -
Stop banging your head
Against the doorway inside of your room
This isn't a place of torture
This will not become your tomb
But if you continue
To smear your feces inside the day room
Then you'll never leave, because nobody
Wants a whiff of your perfume
You're strapped on a board
Of your own accord
Because of your own conduct
Your recovery, your discovery
Your mind, it still obstructs
How many years has it been
It's been so long, I cannot believe
Now Robert, I beg, I pray every night
That someday you will leave

Chorus:
Possessed Petersik -
Let me out now
You're hurting my arm
I thought that you all followed an oath
That you would do no harm
You are the servants
Of Jaldaboath
And you only follow
The Hypocritical Oath

Verse 2:
Atonal -
We need to get to
The heart of this “Sherman” curse of the damned
To get you out after five long years
And help you get deprogrammed
You had a brother
Sherman Petersik was his name
He died long ago, when you were a child
Did that make you go insane
Are you still feeling guilt for something
That you had no hope to control
When the cancer ate up the flesh of the kin
Did the darkness swallow your soul
It's okay to cry, let drip from your eye
For the brother who lies there dead
Don't listen to lies from one deep inside
It's a voice inside your head

Chorus

Bridge:
Atonal -
Robert, listen up
The parole board's just a week away
And you have made very little progress
During these years of your Kempster stay
You're still letting all of your regrets
Control your personality
Despite your pleas, you let the monster
Bring out all of its brutality
You are quite the intelligent man
You may even know more than me
But therapy and drugs only do so much
On that point, we can both agree
You're drugged up on the board
Because you let out Sherman again
You've got to get to the heart of yourself
Chain this demon and reach your zen
'Cause if you don't, you'll be staying here
For another quarter century
I know this ain't the path for you
Going this dark trajectory
Think about that for a while, my friend
I'm gonna go and give you space
Would you rather be out in the world again
Or strapped to a board inside this place

Petersik: Sherman, it's time we had a talk. Get your ass out here...now. We're finishing this...once and for all.


**Chapter 7: Plain Jane**

Verse 1:
Sherman -
Bobby, don't you use that tone
Your rebellion I do not condone
Zip your mouth
Petersik -
You are not my brother, man
I listened to you, now all my plans
Went south
Sherman -
You left me to die alone
Could you bother to pick up the phone
Call me
Petersik -
My brother lies in the grave
You're just a voice that keeps me a slave
Never free

Prechorus:
Petersik -
There's naught for me to fear
I want you out of here

Verse 2:
Sherman -
Do you really think the spic
Is really gonna get rid of me quick
You're asleep
Petersik -
No one said it was a sinch
But Dr. A, he pulls through in a pinch
You will see
Sherman -
Do you remember the church
You left me there underneath the birch
You owe me
Petersik -
I am me, I make the choice
You're not my bro, you're just a fucking voice
Leave me be

Prechorus
Petersik -
There's naught for me to fear
I want you out of here
I'm sick of all the pain
Make me a plain Jane

Chorus:
Sherman -
I am in control
Of the darkness in your soul
Every time you feel askew
That is when I break on through
Every conflict, every strife
I will answer with a knife
You're a sacrificial lamb
In this part of my program
And when we've escaped and fled
We will make more of the dead
Starting with the redhead chick
Slice her with the Sherman dick
I will leave you to get fried
Like you did me when I died
I will throw you in the ditch
You will always be my bitch
Bo-bby

Verse 3:
Petersik -
Why do you torment me so
Over something that happened long ago
I can't help
Sherman -
Because you don't have a spine
So you needed an influence divine
Little whelp
Petersik -
My brother, he went to mass
And he'd tell you that you have no class
You're a fraud
Sherman -
My body, it has no breath
And yet my soul, it has survived death
I am God

Prechorus

Chorus

Petersik: I don't fucking think so.

Bridge:
Petersik -
I am sick of the psych ward
And the screaming, alarms, and locked doors, yeah
I've been here for too damn long now
And I want to have a discharge plan
You've been nothing but a thorn in my ass
Always bringing out the worst in me, oh
Now is the time that you die for good
RIP Sherman, you're dead to me
Prick!

Petersik: 3 o'clock. Time to meet the parole board.


**Chapter 8: Dawn**

Atonal: You've come a long way in the last few weeks, Robert. Parole board hearing went good, and all your discharge papers are in order. How do you feel?

Petersik: Right now I feel like a new man, doc. Like I'm ready to put this Kempster chapter of my life behind me.

Atonal: Well that's great, Robert. I hope you're ready, 'cause tomorrow, you're going home.

Petersik -
So much has changed since I've been away
Inside and out, don't know what to say
Club Gothitecha's closed up and gone
New place is there, and that's where I'm drawn
Who do I see, sitting there in the crowd
It’s Pallor Mortis, always with a frown
Grab a guitar, go up on the stage
Sing my regrets off my journal page

I'm sorry that I caused you trauma
I was going through a mental drama
I hope my problems have been resolved
I'm sorry that I had got you involved

Pallor Mortis -
I don't know if I forgive you yet
How do I know that you're not a threat
You may be sincere about what you wrote
But you had a knife right next to my throat
It's gonna take me a little bit of time
To forgive you of your insane crime
But I hope that you're no longer sick
I wish you well, Mr. Petersik

In five years time, grown ten years older
I've carried this weight over my shoulders
But you show remorse, are full of regret
Come join me outside for a cigarette

Petersik & Mortis -
I hope things have changed for the better
No more of chaos, no more of a stir
Take this chapter into the archives
So we can go and move on with our lives
Hope I don't have to cower in fear
Of a darkness that calls me its peer
I do not know what else to say
It's the dawning of a new day

Sherman: You think this is the end? You think I'm gone, Bobby? Bullshit! You've got me contained for now, but I'll be back. All it will take is one slip-up: one missed appointment, one skipped dose, and I'll return. I'll return with a fucking vengeance. I'll never leave, Bobby. I'm with you...forever.