[Monoxcide up on the bad side of bed again, I can't escape phase, Everywhere I theres another wall, And the medicine cabinet like I'm stuck in a maze, I can find my way out by subtraction, murder is my reaction, in the basement and you can see what I mean, People are ripped to pieces, in gasoline.
I've thought I was diffrent from the start, With a 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 this off, But not with all crazy talk, Maybe I tend to find my sanity, Or just 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 laughing 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 fall from off of their bone, And float on top of the water like confetti, in the basement cry cause their hungry, And want to be fed, Now I'm for replacements, All of the others that I brought in are or either dead, in the parkin lot of a shoppin 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 thought I couldn't go through with it, When everytime I do it the thrill is even better then the first time that I did it.