[Monoxcide Woke up on the bad of bed again, I can't escape phase, Everywhere I turn another wall, And the medicine cabinet feeling 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, are ripped to pieces, soaking in gasoline.
I've always I was diffrent from the start, a black heart, Addicted to dark, I still don't understand why I'm so in 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 will tend to my sanity, Or just embrace the fate the voices have 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 like a lunatic! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,... I'm laughing a lunatic!... I'm laughing a lunatic!
Madrox] Bloody in the bathtub, For over two whole weeks, and it deadly, Pieces of their flesh fall from off of bone, And float 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 that I brought in are dying or dead, Standin in the parkin lot of a mall, a "Ima take 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 point that I thought that I go through with it, When everytime I do it the thrill is even better then the first time that I did it.