[Monoxcide Woke up on the bad of bed again, I can't escape phase, Everywhere I theres another 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 basement and you can see I mean, People are to pieces, soaking in gasoline.
always thought I was diffrent from the start, With a heart, to pitch dark, I still 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, Maybe I will to find my sanity, Or just embrace the 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 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 two whole weeks, and it smells deadly, of their flesh fall from off of their bone, And float along on top of the like confetti, People in the basement cry cause hungry, And want to be fed, Now I'm for replacements, All of the others I brought in are dying or either dead, Standin in the parkin lot of a 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 up to the point that I thought that I couldn't go through with it, When everytime I do it the thrill is even then the first time that I ever did it.