[Monoxcide Woke up on the bad of bed again, I escape this phase, Everywhere I theres another wall, And the medicine cabinet feeling I'm stuck in a maze, I can only 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, Addicted to dark, I don't 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 all this crazy talk, Maybe I will tend to my sanity, Or just 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 like 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!
[Jamie bodies in the bathtub, For over two weeks, and it smells deadly, Pieces of flesh fall from off of their bone, And float along on top of the water confetti, People in the basement cry cause 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, 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 point that I that I couldn't go through with it, When everytime I do it the thrill is even better then the first time that I did it.