[Monoxcide up on the bad side of bed again, I can't escape phase, Everywhere I theres another wall, And the medicine cabinet feeling I'm stuck in a maze, I can find 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 I was diffrent from 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 take this off, But not with all this talk, I will tend to find my sanity, Or embrace 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 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 over two weeks, and it smells deadly, Pieces of their flesh fall from off of bone, And float along on top of the like confetti, People in the 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, 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 I ever did it.