[Monoxcide up on the bad side of bed again, I can't this phase, Everywhere I turn another wall, And the cabinet 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.
I've always thought I was diffrent the start, a black heart, Addicted to dark, I still don't understand why I'm so in with Killing, So I sit and stare up at the ceiling, Hoping I get to take this off, But not with all this talk, Maybe I will tend to my sanity, Or just embrace the fate the voices have me
I'm laughing 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! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,... I'm laughing a lunatic!... I'm laughing a lunatic!
[Jamie Bloody in the bathtub, For over two whole weeks, and it deadly, Pieces of their flesh fall off of their bone, And float along on top of the water 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, Standin in the parkin lot of a mall, a "Ima take 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 I thought 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.