I'm Not Insane
Sometimes he wonders if he's insane.
It started out as just wanting to get revenge on the Judge and the Beadle, but it's turned into so much more than that—killing nearly every person with the misfortune of walking through his door. Is he crazy for letting it grow like this?
Whenever he wonders this, he remembers his Johanna. Certainly he's doing his daughter a favor by ridding the world of all these people who deserve to die.
Right?
And what about Mrs. Lovett's pie shop? If he stopped killing, her business would sink again, and right now she's so happy, seeing all the people who come to eat her pies. It's okay to keep doing this for her.
Right?
A man walks in for a shave.
I'm not insane.
He sits down in the chair.
I'm not insane.
Sweeney kills him, trying to ignore all the blood flowing everywhere.
I'm not insane.
The body slides down, down, down, where Mrs. Lovett will use it in her pies.
I'm not insane.
Right?
