[Monoxcide up on the bad side of bed again, I escape this phase, Everywhere I theres another wall, And the medicine cabinet feeling like I'm in a maze, I can only find my way out by subtraction, is my reaction, in the basement and you can see what I mean, People are ripped to pieces, in gasoline.
I've always I was diffrent from the start, a black heart, Addicted to dark, I still understand why I'm so in love with Killing, So I just sit and up at the ceiling, Hoping I get to this jacket off, But not all this crazy talk, Maybe I will tend to my sanity, Or just embrace the fate the 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 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 along on top of the water confetti, People in the basement cry their hungry, And they to be fed, Now I'm for replacements, All of the that I brought in are dying or either 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, is gonna be alright.
Why did I get so worked up to the point that I thought I couldn't go through with it, When everytime I do it the thrill is even better then the first that I ever did it.