[Monoxcide Woke up on the bad of bed again, I escape this phase, Everywhere I theres another 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, are ripped 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 this jacket off, But not with all this talk, Maybe I tend to find my sanity, Or just embrace the fate the have handed me
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! 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 two whole weeks, and it smells deadly, Pieces of their flesh fall from off of bone, And float on top of the water like confetti, People in the basement cry their hungry, And they to be fed, Now I'm for replacements, All of the others that I brought in are dying or 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 point that I thought that I go through with it, When everytime I do it the thrill is even better then the first time I ever did it.