[Monoxcide up on the bad side of bed again, I can't escape phase, I turn theres 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, Look in the basement and you can see I mean, are ripped to pieces, soaking in gasoline.
I've always thought I was diffrent the start, With a heart, to pitch dark, I still don't why I'm so in love with Killing, So I sit and stare up at the ceiling, Hoping I get to take jacket off, But not with all crazy talk, Maybe I will to find my sanity, Or just embrace the fate the 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 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 like a lunatic!
[Jamie bodies in the bathtub, For over two weeks, and it smells deadly, Pieces of their fall from off of their bone, And float along on top of the water confetti, in the basement cry cause their hungry, And want to be fed, Now I'm for replacements, All of the that 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, is gonna be alright.
Why did I get so worked up to the point that I that I couldn't go through with it, When everytime I do it the thrill is better then the first time that I ever did it.