When I was a child, I axed my father’s mistress I chopped off her head, gallons of blood soaked the mattress I’ll bury the hatchet, deep into your fucking skull In death’s cold grasp, morbid fantasies thrall I can’t control who I want to kill A psychosis stronger than the pills I can’t tell what my dreams are about I just wake up foaming at the mouth I’ll bury the hatchet, deep into your fucking skull In death’s cold grasp, morbid fantasies thrall I roam the streets, observing in disgust I don’t want to look at people, but I must Every day it gets harder to function I fall into insane sleep and come undone!
Delusions of gruesome grandeur Psychopathic awakenings Rebuilding a crumbling mind Ideations of the nightmare kind Fucked up and vicious Insane and malicious Murderous temptations Sexual frustrations
Psychopathic awakenings Nightmares in my damaged brain! Psychopathic awakenings Twisted reality, now I’m unsane! I can’t control who I want to kill I see blood gushing, I see guts spill And then there’s the pretty ladies head Severed, covered in blood, and at the foot of my bed Psychopathic awakenings Nightmares in my damaged brain! Psychopathic awakenings Twisted reality, now I’m unsane!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
