[Monoxcide Woke up on the bad of bed again, I can't this phase, Everywhere I turn theres wall, And the medicine cabinet feeling like I'm 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 to pieces, soaking in gasoline.
I've always thought I was diffrent the start, With a heart, to pitch dark, I still understand why I'm so in love with Killing, So I sit and stare up at the ceiling, Hoping I get to this jacket off, But not with all crazy talk, Maybe I tend to find my sanity, Or embrace the fate the voices have handed me
I'm laughing a lunatic, I'm laughing a lunatic. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, I'm laughing a lunatic, I'm laughing a lunatic! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,... I'm laughing a lunatic!... I'm laughing a lunatic!
[Jamie Bloody in the bathtub, For over two weeks, and it smells deadly, of their flesh fall from off of their bone, And along on top of the water like confetti, People in the basement cry their hungry, And want to be fed, Now I'm for replacements, All of the others I brought in are dying or either dead, in the parkin lot of a shoppin mall, with a "Ima one home" look 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 the first time that I ever did it.