[Monoxcide up on the bad side of bed again, I can't escape phase, Everywhere I turn another wall, And the medicine feeling like I'm stuck in a maze, I can find my way out by subtraction, murder is my reaction, Look in the and you can see what I mean, People are ripped to pieces, in gasoline.
I've always thought I was diffrent the start, With a heart, to pitch dark, I don't understand why I'm so in love with Killing, So I just sit and up at the ceiling, Hoping I get to take jacket off, But not with all crazy talk, I will tend to find my sanity, Or embrace the fate the voices have handed me
I'm like a lunatic, I'm laughing a lunatic. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, I'm like a lunatic, I'm laughing a lunatic! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,... I'm like a lunatic!... I'm laughing a lunatic!
Madrox] Bloody in the bathtub, For over two weeks, and it smells deadly, Pieces of their flesh fall from off of bone, And along on top of the water like confetti, People in the basement cry their hungry, And they to be fed, Now I'm for replacements, All of the others that I brought in are dying or 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 time that I ever did it.