[Monoxcide Woke up on the bad of bed again, I escape this phase, Everywhere I turn another wall, And the cabinet feeling like I'm stuck in a maze, I can only my way out by subtraction, murder is my reaction, in the basement and you can see what I mean, People are to pieces, soaking in gasoline.
always thought I was diffrent from the start, With a heart, Addicted to dark, I don't understand why I'm so in love with Killing, So I sit and stare up at the ceiling, Hoping I get to take this off, But not with all this talk, Maybe I will tend to my sanity, Or embrace the fate the voices have handed me
I'm laughing a lunatic, I'm like a lunatic. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, I'm laughing a lunatic, I'm like a lunatic! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,... I'm like a lunatic!... I'm like a lunatic!
Madrox] Bloody in the bathtub, For over two weeks, and it smells deadly, Pieces of their flesh from off of their bone, And along on top of the water like confetti, People in the cry cause their hungry, And want to be fed, Now I'm for replacements, All of the others that I brought in are or either dead, Standin in the lot of a shoppin mall, with a "Ima take one home" in my eye later, Driving and I got it in the trunk, Everything is be alright.
Why did I get so worked up to the that I thought that I couldn't go through with it, When everytime I do it the thrill is even better then the first time that I did it.