[Monoxcide Woke up on the bad of bed again, I can't escape phase, Everywhere I turn theres wall, And the cabinet feeling like I'm stuck in a maze, I can only find my way out by subtraction, is my reaction, Look in the and you can see what I mean, People are to pieces, soaking in gasoline.
I've always 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 jacket off, But not with all this 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 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 like a lunatic!
Madrox] Bloody in the bathtub, For over two weeks, and it smells deadly, Pieces of their flesh fall off of their bone, And float on top of the water 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 lot of a shoppin 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 thought that I couldn't go through it, When everytime I do it the thrill is better then the first time that I ever did it.