[Monoxcide up on the bad side of bed again, I can't escape phase, I turn theres another wall, And the medicine feeling like I'm stuck in a maze, I can find my way out by subtraction, murder is my reaction, in the basement and you can see what I mean, People are to pieces, soaking in gasoline.
always thought I was diffrent from the start, a black heart, Addicted to 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 this off, But not all this crazy talk, Maybe I will to find my sanity, Or just the fate the voices have handed me
I'm like a lunatic, I'm like 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 like a lunatic!... I'm laughing a lunatic!
Madrox] Bloody in the bathtub, For over two whole weeks, and it deadly, Pieces of their fall from off of their bone, And float on top of the water like confetti, in the basement cry cause their hungry, And they 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 I do it the thrill is even better then the first time that I ever did it.