[Monoxcide up on the bad side of bed again, I can't this phase, Everywhere I turn another wall, And the medicine cabinet feeling I'm stuck in a maze, I can only my way out by subtraction, murder is my reaction, in the basement and you can see what I mean, People are to pieces, soaking in gasoline.
I've always thought I was from the start, With a heart, Addicted to dark, I still don't understand why I'm so in with Killing, So I just sit and up at the ceiling, Hoping I get to take jacket off, But not with all crazy talk, I will tend 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 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!
Madrox] Bloody in the bathtub, For over two whole weeks, and it deadly, Pieces of their fall from off of their bone, And along on top of the water like confetti, People in the basement cry cause hungry, And they to be fed, Now I'm for replacements, All of the others I brought in are dying 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, is gonna be alright.
Why did I get so worked up to the that I thought that 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.