This is a parody of Dashboard Confessional's 'Vindicated'

Mutated

Abaddon grinned as several Chaos Spawn shambled and lurched toward a squad of Imperil Guardsmen, "ha, I am a genius! Wouldn't you agree Sargent?" Abaddon asked a Chaos Spawn wearing a hat with the word 'Sargent' on it. The Spawn shifted and groaned, "thank you, Sargent. No it can't be...Chaos Spawn are to stupid to even speak let alone...sigh" Abaddon grumbled as he noticed the lead Spawn taping whatever equivalent of a foot Chaos Spawn has.

Chaos Spawn: Your hope dangles on a string

Like slow spinning redemption

Pulsing in and pulsing out

The Spawn ahead has cut your eye

And roped you in so mesmerizing

I'm so hypnotizing

I am nauseating

I am

Chaos Spawn: Mutated

I am twisted

I am wrong

You will rot

I swear you'll rot

Swear I know it would be like this all along

And I am flawed

But I am cleaving you so well

I am seeing in you now

The things you swore you never saw yourself

Chaos Spawn: So clear

Like the corpse on his throne

Cut to mirror my intention

Oversized and you're overwhelmed

By the Spawn that cut your eye

And rendered you so

Isolated so

Misdirected I am

Certain now that I am

Chaos Spawn: Mutated

I am twisted

I am wrong

You will rot

I swear you'll rot

Swear I know it would be like this all along

And I am flawed

But I am cleaving you so well

I am seeing in you now

The things you swore you never saw yourself

Chaos Spawn: So easily your flesh rips

Part it and feel my tentacle tips

Curs the moment for forever

Defense is paper thin

Just one touch and I'd be in

Too deep now to even scream

Against the Chaos

Chaos Spawn: So let your soul slip away

So let your soul slip away

So let your soul slip away

So let your soul slip against the Chaos

So let your soul slip away

So let your soul slip away

So let your soul slip away

So let your soul slip away

Chaos Spawn: Mutated

I am twisted

I am wrong

You will rot

I swear you'll rot

Swear I know it would be like this all along

And I am flawed

But I am cleaving you so well

I am seeing in you now

The things you swore you never saw yourself

Chaos Spawn: Your hope dangles on a string

Like slow spinning redemption

Abaddon scowled at the retreating Guardsmen; "I seem to remember saying 'no singing' did I not? You need to learn to keep a titer rain on your men Sargent!" Abaddon grumbled to the Chaos Spawn wearing the Sargent hat.

That's right, Abaddon has built an army of Chaos spawn in an attempt to ride himself of the singing but things didn't quite work out...oh well!