[Monoxcide up on the bad side of bed again, I escape this phase, Everywhere I turn theres wall, And the medicine cabinet feeling I'm stuck in a maze, I can only my way out by subtraction, murder is my reaction, Look in the basement and you can see I mean, People are ripped to pieces, in gasoline.
I've thought I was diffrent from the start, With a heart, to pitch 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 will to find my sanity, Or embrace the fate the voices 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 like a lunatic! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,... I'm laughing 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 on top of the water like 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 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 I thought that I couldn't go through with it, When everytime I do it the thrill is better then the first time that I ever did it.