[Monoxcide Woke up on the bad of bed again, I can't this phase, Everywhere I turn theres wall, And the cabinet feeling like 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 thought I was diffrent from the start, a black heart, Addicted to dark, I still don't understand why I'm so in love Killing, So I sit and stare up at the ceiling, Hoping I get to take jacket off, But not all this crazy talk, Maybe I will to find my sanity, Or just embrace the 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 laughing a lunatic!
Madrox] Bloody in the bathtub, For over two weeks, and it smells deadly, Pieces of their fall from off of their bone, And float along on top of the water confetti, People in the basement cry their hungry, And want to be fed, Now I'm for replacements, All of the others that I brought in are 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, Everything is be alright.
Why did I get so worked up to the point 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.